The Baseball Field

The Baseball Field: by ^Mitheral^. Hello, my name is ^Mitheral^ and I would like to share a story from my childhood with my fellow colleagues. When I was growing up my friends and I played baseball at an old abandoned field outside of town. The field now is an over populated loud subdivision. We use to race to the field after school and split up into teams as soon as we got there. Now we …

…like it was when I was a child. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. Suddenly my nose was infected with this foul unmistakable aroma (the aroma of fresh sewage). My nose wrinkled with disgust. The image of a huge red truck parked in a near by yard was the culprit of the foul smell. The baseball field never smelled like this. Memories of a simple quiet meadow have to remain just memories.