When I was about six years old, my friends who were about 12 or 13 at the time invited me to the baseball field. The one bad part was that to get to the baseball field we had to cross a major road to get there, but at least there was a light. My parents told me I could only go if we were being driven, but I went anyway.
It was scary crossing the street, mostly because we did not cross at the crosswalk. We were too lazy to walk down the neighborhood and cross at the light. It was about 7:00 PM, and it was getting dark. We had no lights or anything, I was petrified.
All we really did was try to hit the golf balls over the fence with the golf club. Everyone else hit it over but me, the farthest I got was the pitcher’s mound that is 15
It was scary crossing the street, mostly because we did not cross at the crosswalk. We were too lazy to walk down the neighborhood and cross at the light. It was about 7:00 PM, and it was getting dark. We had no lights or anything, I was petrified.
All we really did was try to hit the golf balls over the fence with the golf club. Everyone else hit it over but me, the farthest I got was the pitcher’s mound that is 15