A childhood belief about sport

I was about 8 years old in Little League baseball, with some reasonable skill at the game but a few gaps in my understanding of how it was played. I'll never forget the humiliation I experienced one day during a game where I'd gotten on base. Our team was below average and often I'd get on base but the next batters would get out before I could make it home. So there's the day--I'm on 3rd base, the batter hits a line drive and I tear off for home. I beat the 2nd baseman's throw and scored. I was thrilled. "I got a home run!" The other kids that jumped up to congratulate me on making it home, then sneered and laughed at me for what I said. "No, you didn't make a home run," I was condescendingly informed. "But I ran to home and made it! Why isn't that a home run?" One kid took pity on me and explained how I'd have to run all the way around the bases after hitting the ball, in one shot. THAT is a home run. I didn't want to believe him, because I felt so great about reaching home base. When my father finally told me the same thing, I sadly realized the truth of it. We won that day. But I wouldn't be happy until the next season when I finally hit a "real" home run. ;-)