My mom taught me how to throw a baseball. We played burnout in the backyard when I was growing up and she won up until I was 9 or 10 years old. I was throwing over 90 mph by the time I was 17 and none of my friends would catch me. But my mom would. She put a sponge in the catchers mitt and would catch my bullpens that I threw from the mound I built in the backyard. No mask and no gear. When I realized that I was bruising her hand I stopped throwing to her but if it was up to her she would have kept doing it.