3/1/06

The city baseball club has started their spring practices. One of the baseball parks is in front of my subdivision. It really makes me miss arkieboy when I drive by it in the evenings on my way home from work, and see the kids out there playing. Arkieboy loved playing baseball, and played for 4 years before he moved back to Arkansas. He wasn't a star player, but oh! the passion he had for baseball. I don't know what happened to change that. It's as if he just woke up one morning, and wasn't interested any more. But it just seems strange not to be taking him to practice, and to the games. It's strange how certain things become so linked with your memories, when others don't. Walking past his bedroom each day doesn't affect me nearly as much as driving past the baseball fields.