We played cork ball with a cork wrapped in black electrical tape and a piece of a hickory branch we whittled down. Dawn to dark lol. Being poor wasn't always as bad as I thought. Thinking back we made do even though we were jealous. My first glove was when I was 10 and I learned later my Dad saved for a month to get it. I oiled that and tied a baseball in it all winter every year. I was bat boy for the local semi pro team, they gave me their broken bats and old baseballs. I would take the bats home and screw them back together then tape them over. Even though I could barely swing them I learned to use them. I could from that point on never get used to the new light bats, felt like toothpicks to me. God baseball is king