I did not feel well enough to leave the car, but I watched my granddaughter and 12 other five year old kids practice this evening. Generations pass, but that first time kids play baseball......it is constant. There are the dandelion pickers, the sitters, the chasers, the dancers, the backward throwers, the bat throwers, and a bunch of parents quietly shaking their collective heads thinking in unison......OMG......my kid is a F up.
In five years they will have mastered the game, but for now chasing butterflies in center field is much more appealing than getting the baseball. Life goes on......and it is a beautiful thing.
In five years they will have mastered the game, but for now chasing butterflies in center field is much more appealing than getting the baseball. Life goes on......and it is a beautiful thing.
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