For 12 years, I sat at the ball field watching my brother practice and play ball. I tried reading a few times, but once I almost got hit with a foul ball. After my dad jumped on me, broke my chair, and got hit in the back with the ball, I wasn't' allowed to read anymore.
Our field didn't have a playground. We didn't have a DS or an iPod. This new generation has it good!!!
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