When I was a kid and both my parents worked but had 2 cars and yet still commuted when ever they could, I was kept at one place or another. When I was young I stayed at Grandma Sloan's. There was the great place to play baseball across the street and lots of kids way older than me in the area. As the game was being played, I was allowed to play some. I was allowed to bat and run to 1st base ... called back to first base after a hit and bypassed by the hitter......I whined and took my bat and ball home after what seemed like an eternity to a child that old.
Robert, which was Grandma's son came over and told her I had took the bat and ball (as they were mine and the only ones around) and they couldn't play anymore.
She set me down in the kind an gentle way she had and in the end they went back to playing ball and had a good time. I was just a child and somehow I wasn't satisfied that day with giving up my convictions even though she made a whole lot of sense explaining it to me.
Robert was my hero. I was young and he went to Vietnam. I'm glad I let him play ball that day.
Robert, which was Grandma's son came over and told her I had took the bat and ball (as they were mine and the only ones around) and they couldn't play anymore.
She set me down in the kind an gentle way she had and in the end they went back to playing ball and had a good time. I was just a child and somehow I wasn't satisfied that day with giving up my convictions even though she made a whole lot of sense explaining it to me.
Robert was my hero. I was young and he went to Vietnam. I'm glad I let him play ball that day.