Charles Caracciolo

I grew up in Flushing, Queens in the 1970s as a sports-crazed kid in a sports-crazed family, so naturally, I couldn’t wait to sign up for Little League baseball, like my older brother did before me. Our local league was run by an organization called the Queensboro Hill Athletic Association, or QBH, for short. My memories of that time in my life are many and they are magical.

I grew up in Flushing, Queens in the 1970s as a sports-crazed kid in a sports-crazed family, so naturally, I couldn’t wait to sign up for Little League baseball, like my older brother did before me. Our local league was run by an organization called the Queensboro Hill Athletic Association, or QBH, for short. My memories of that time in my life are many and they are magical.

I grew up in Flushing, Queens in the 1970s as a sports-crazed kid in a sports-crazed family, so naturally, I couldn’t wait to sign up for Little League baseball, like my older brother did before me. Our local league was run by an organization called the Queensboro Hill Athletic Association, or QBH, for short. My memories of that time in my life are many and they are magical.

I grew up in Flushing, Queens in the 1970s as a sports-crazed kid in a sports-crazed family, so naturally, I couldn’t wait to sign up for Little League baseball, like my older brother did before me. Our local league was run by an organization called the Queensboro Hill Athletic Association, or QBH, for short. My memories of that time in my life are many and they are magical.