This was just a narritive paper essay.

*Did not recive to much comments he just said he liked it.* When I think of the times of my youth, all I seem to remember is the dusty baseball infield. Seeing the cleats from the players on the infield kicking up brown dust, which then was picked up by the summer winds and was blown right at me It was a brown crumbly infield, that had that arid, agonizing, annoying dust that gets into …

…get back into it but after blowing the lead being out in the sun for so long, we really did not care anymore. We lost the game and I realized something, baseball is a boring game with nothing to do most the time. It was made by a bunch of sock loving, cloud watching, want to be athletes that liked hitting stuff with sticks. I still love the game though because of those very reason.