Hitting, not only the game winning home run but it was also the deciding game in the 1973 Little League World Series (ages 10-12...I was 10 years old at the time). Even though this was 30+ years ago, I can still remember it just like it was yesterday. Score was 5-4, 2 out, bottom of the 7th (we played 7 inning games, not 9) and Ray Hatherley, our catcher, was up to bat and had fought off an 0-2 count by fouling off 4 straight pitches before forcing the count to 3-2. He then ripped a single to left. I remember being scared shitless as I made my way to the batter's box. It was now all up to me. Before stepping in, I looked down to 3rd and got only a look of confidence from my coach (inside he was probably thinking, "Well, at least we made it this far"). I stepped into the box, the pitcher went into his stretch, looked back the runner at first and then threw what looked like a damn missile right down the pipe (I swear it had one of those contrail things). I think the catcher was in the process of tossing the ball back by the time I started my swing. "Steeeeeeee-rike 1" I remember the Ump announcing, loud enough for people in neighboring cities to hear. I remember thinking there was no way I could let the pitcher get an 0-2 count on me so I made up my mind to swing as hard as I could at the next pitch, regardless of where it was. Thankfully, it was another fast ball, right down the middle and, I probably shouldn't admit this, but I closed my eyes and swung as hard as I could. I remember how great it felt when the bat made solid contact with the ball and when I opened my eyes, I saw it sailing off toward left field (the ball, not the bat). I took off for first, not watching the ball because that was a no no of course, and when I saw Mr. Hatherley (Ray's dad, who was the first base coach) frantically waving his arm in a windmill rotation indicating I was to go to 2nd, I dug in and headed that way, head down. As I approached 2nd I realized there was no one on the bag ready for a throw so I looked to 3rd and I expected to see Mr. Duncan (his son was our right fielder) holding up the "stop" sign (I still had no idea where the ball was) but instead he was waving me onto 3rd base. Actually, he was jumping up and down and waving me to 3rd base. As I rounded 2nd, I kept watching him and the 3rd baseman. I expected to see him suddenly give me the SLIDE! indication and I expected to see the 3rd baseman crouched by the bag, anticipating the in coming throw. I saw neither. Instead I saw that windmill rotation with the arm again and the 3rd baseman was standing about 4 feet off the bag, hands on his hips. As I rounded 3rd, the coach ran with me all the way down the line, all the time screaming, "It's gonna be close....SLIDE...SLIDE"! So slide I did and I swear, what was undoubtedly a fraction of a second before the home plate ump made the call, it seemed like several minutes passed and I heard nothing but silence until the Ump made the "safe" sign with his arms in that scissor motion and hollered out, "SAFE...SAFE...SAFE" several times. Man, what a feeling.