I was not a good father. My first game was to see Mickey Mantle at Fenway. My daughter’s first game (age ten) was seeing Cliff Floyd of the 100+ loss Marlins against the Phillies at The Dump, err The Vet. It was our town’s youth baseball/softball night at the park. I think my daughter only wanted to go because all her friends went. She probably spent more time walking around than watching the game.
While still at The Dump my son’s first game (age 6) at least my son’s first game was Curt Schilling versus Kevin Brown (Dodgers).
The first time I took him to a Fenway we walked up the ramp to the seats and his eyes lit up. The saucer eyes started crossing the bridge and continued on Landsdowne Street and all the way into the park.