I spent yesterday afternoon at the ball park watching my six year old grandson play baseball. Every time I sit on those bleachers and hear the hey, batter batter chant I am instantly sent back to my childhood.
My father coached Little League and Pony League ball my whole growing up years. With three older brothers there was never a time when we weren't headed out to a ball field of some sort. I loved that time in my life. The freedom we were allowed back then to run around the park, buy a snow cone and chew copious amounts of pink bubble gum are all such great memories.
Being out there again watching the kids learn the game of baseball, the teasing and horsing around, the errant throws and the thrill of getting a hit reminds me that things are not so different now. Kids still love the noisy tinny clank of the bleachers, younger brothers and sisters still make their own fun in the grass and dirt while mom and dad cheer on their siblings.
Sure we are more aware of the evil in the world but there is still so much innocence left in the young and if we try...maybe even in the young at heart.