I'll never forget it. Every time I smell "new" leather, it's what I think of. I remember the feeling of slipping it on my hand. I remember my dad showing me how to break it in so that it formed a nice big pocket with which I could easily close my hand around the ball. It was my first baseball glove. A "Ron Santo" signature model. I have had numerous gloves since then but, that's the only one I remember. It is the one that defined to me what a baseball glove should feel ...
