Childhood
Fielder was born right handed but, at a very young age, he was converted to a left handed hitter by his father.
Fielder was a fixture around his father's teams' clubhouses growing up. He appeared with his father on MTV Rock N' Jock Softball.
When his father played for Detroit, Prince would sometimes come along for batting practice. Contrary to popular belief, Fielder did not hit a home run into the upper deck of Tiger Stadium at the age of 12, but he did hit a home run over the fence as a pre-teen.
Fielder attended St. Edward's School in Vero Beach for two years, where he played junior varsity baseball.
Fielder spent his first three years of high school playing at Florida Air Academy. He then transferred to Eau Gallie High School to play baseball there his senior year (2002). He hit .524 with 13 doubles, 10 home runs, 41 RBIs, and 47 runs in his senior year. He was named by the Florida Today as the All-Space Coast Player of the Year in 2002.
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