So last night the kids around the neighborhood gathered in the cul-de-sac to play baseball and boy did that take me back.
The memories of the cul-de-sac baseball team. The cul-de-sac was the perfect place for a bunch of neighborhood kids to gather and play baseball during those warm summer days. Let me paint a picture of those nostalgic times for you.
The team was made up of a diverse group of youngsters, each with their unique skills and personalities. There was Billy, the charismatic team captain with a knack for hitting home runs. Lorrie was the speedy outfielder who could catch any ball that came her way. Joey, the youngest member, was full of energy and always eager to prove himself. And of course, there were many others, each contributing their talents to the team.
We would gather at the end of the cul-de-sac, where we had marked out our makeshift baseball diamond. The bases were spray-painted on the asphalt, It wasn't perfect, but it was our field, and we loved it.
We played with a mixture of old and new equipment. Some kids had proper gloves and bats, while others made do with whatever they could find. It didn't matter though, because we were there to have fun and enjoy the game.
The games were intense and competitive but also filled with laughter and camaraderie. We would cheer each other on, high-five after a good play, and console each other after a strikeout or an error. The joy of playing together overshadowed any mistakes or shortcomings.
Sometimes, the older kids would pitch, while the younger ones took turns at bat. We played by our own rules, with a focus on fairness and inclusion. It didn't matter if you were the star player or still learning the basics; everyone had a chance to play and contribute to the team.
When I was able to hit the ball, my dog, Misty ran with me. It felt like our little cul-de-sac transformed into a mini baseball stadium, and we were the stars of the show.
As the sun began to set, we would wrap up our games, tired but happy. We would walk back home with dusty shoes and big smiles, already looking forward to the next game.
Those memories of the cul-de-sac baseball team hold a special place in my heart. They were a reminder of the simple joys of childhood, the power of friendship, and the thrill of playing the game we loved. I guess it is true. If you build it, they will come.
#Story prompted by the neighbourhood kids as remember by #FrankGCaruso
