The baseball field is where I spend most of my weekends and evenings with my family “cheering” on my brother. In reality, when I get there, I have parents waiting for me to watch over the younger siblings of the baseball players playing that day.
One of my favorite memories from the field was when I handed the kid I was watching a package of gummy worms, and he looked up at me with his smile hidden under his chubby cheeks. When I was younger, I would always look up to teenagers because I felt that they had some sort of coolness since they were the “big kid.” I would get upset if these teenagers didn’t want to hang out with someone as young as me at that time. With the baseball siblings, I thought since it was my turn to be the “big kid.”
One of my favorite memories from the field was when I handed the kid I was watching a package of gummy worms, and he looked up at me with his smile hidden under his chubby cheeks. When I was younger, I would always look up to teenagers because I felt that they had some sort of coolness since they were the “big kid.” I would get upset if these teenagers didn’t want to hang out with someone as young as me at that time. With the baseball siblings, I thought since it was my turn to be the “big kid.”