I'd say my favorite memory must have been when me, my brothers, and my dad went to our first redsox game. We went up to Boston right after school ended. It took us a while to get to Fenway because we stopped somewhere to eat lunch. Then when we finally got there we didnt go right in, we walked around Fenway and went in the sports stores that they have all around it. After we got out of the stores we went into Fenway and went straight to our seats for the start of the game. right after the first inning my brother stayed at the concession stands for just about the rest of the game. All he did was walk around all of Fenway and buy food or a drink whenevr he felt like it. He missed a really good game, they were down by six runs heading into the eighth inning but they came back to win it. Everyone was going crazy and it was so much fun. After the game we drove home and didn't get home until about one.