Place Essay
When I think of the term “Back in the day,” a lot of important emotions, people, and places come to mind. But above all, I think of one simple place, three close friends, and one game.
It was the year 2000. When people were over the whole computer crashing B.S. When people still listened to Eminem and blink 182 as if it were good music. When I was around seven or eight years old. When owning a 1st edition metallic Chazard pokemon was the coolest things someone could do right next to popping a wheelie on a huffy, or doing a back flip on a trampoline.
If I wasn’t to busy trading pokemon or listening to crappy 90’s bands with the exception of course of Sublime and The Offspring. I would be out playing baseball with my older brother Devin, my best friend Kohl, and his older brother Kodi. When I was behind our cheezily chalk drawn home plate I had not a worry in the world. This wouldn’t have been possible if not for the fact that we had made a baseball field in between my yards fence and the daycare across the streets fence. Our first base was usually an old pop can, second base was one of the fence posts on the daycare, and third base was the now fading stop sign.
As always the teams were Devin and kodi Vs. Kohl and I. I don’t know if kodi knew this but everyone else did. These teams were not just randomly picked. It was simple. Best player (Devin) and worst player (Kodi) vs. two alright players (Kohl and I). It was funny because every time Devin was up to bat it was a guaranteed home run and every time Kodi was up to bat it was a almost certain strike out.
I also remember we didn’t use real baseballs because someone or something would get hurt. We couldn’t use tennis balls because they flew way too far and we would always lose them. Instead we used waffle balls. I liked waffle balls for three reasons, they were cheap didn’t require a mitt to catch, and it was always funny when someone got pegged because it would sting like hell.
But those childhood days are over. Devin moved out and joined the marines when he was 18. Kohl and Kodi moved when I was around 10 years old. And now when I look at our crappy small baseball field, all I see is cars, loser gangbangers, or loud and nasty annoying daycare kids. But I know I will never forget the countless summer days we spent their as kids.
It was the year 2000. When people were over the whole computer crashing B.S. When people still listened to Eminem and blink 182 as if it were good music. When I was around seven or eight years old. When owning a 1st edition metallic Chazard pokemon was the coolest things someone could do right next to popping a wheelie on a huffy, or doing a back flip on a trampoline.
If I wasn’t to busy trading pokemon or listening to crappy 90’s bands with the exception of course of Sublime and The Offspring. I would be out playing baseball with my older brother Devin, my best friend Kohl, and his older brother Kodi. When I was behind our cheezily chalk drawn home plate I had not a worry in the world. This wouldn’t have been possible if not for the fact that we had made a baseball field in between my yards fence and the daycare across the streets fence. Our first base was usually an old pop can, second base was one of the fence posts on the daycare, and third base was the now fading stop sign.
As always the teams were Devin and kodi Vs. Kohl and I. I don’t know if kodi knew this but everyone else did. These teams were not just randomly picked. It was simple. Best player (Devin) and worst player (Kodi) vs. two alright players (Kohl and I). It was funny because every time Devin was up to bat it was a guaranteed home run and every time Kodi was up to bat it was a almost certain strike out.
I also remember we didn’t use real baseballs because someone or something would get hurt. We couldn’t use tennis balls because they flew way too far and we would always lose them. Instead we used waffle balls. I liked waffle balls for three reasons, they were cheap didn’t require a mitt to catch, and it was always funny when someone got pegged because it would sting like hell.
But those childhood days are over. Devin moved out and joined the marines when he was 18. Kohl and Kodi moved when I was around 10 years old. And now when I look at our crappy small baseball field, all I see is cars, loser gangbangers, or loud and nasty annoying daycare kids. But I know I will never forget the countless summer days we spent their as kids.
