When you grow up in a family who loves softball you spend many days at this place. Just thinking back brings many moments flooding to my mind. A big smile spreads across my face as I shut my eyes and go back in time. For just a moment I can smell, even taste this place. I smell hot dogs and popcorn. I begin to crave a cherry sno cone. I snarl my face as I remember the times I tasted dirt in my mouth. I can hear the cheers and encouraging words of team mates. I hear my coach clap his hands and point his finger to his eye and tell me to keep my eye on the ball. I hear that coach call time out and pull me to this side and tell me to take a deep breath and tell me I can do this. I shake my head and tell my dad (yes he was always the coach) that I am ready. I head to the batter's box - remembering that anxious feeling that your team was counting on you. I remember the pats on the back with words next time when I struck or grounded out. I can feel the high fives and excitement when I got a hit or threw someone out.
I am sitting in my car now but can't seem to move. My drive down memory lane isn't over. I am laughing. I look around wondering if anyone can see me because they will surely think I am crazy. I am laughing hard. I am remembering this silly song my mom sang. No, she didn't really sing it she screamed it. My teammates as well as my two younger sister's teammates always loved it. Funny I don't remember how she got started with this little song. But we loved it. The song was about a little chicken who wouldn't lay an egg. I can't seem to remember all the words- I need to ask her for them.