usk started to roll in we kept playing until one of us hit a homer into the woods and we couldn’t find the ball because it was too dark to see. Usually our game-ending announcement was my friend’s mom, when I could hear her screaming his name to come home. That was the cue the game was over for the day. Soon it was just Eric and I around and we were always the last to leave. Knowing that tomorrow we would all be back to play again.As I reminisce back on the sandlot, I think about the days when I had the most fun. Every day was like a new adventure to be conquered by my friends and I. After a couple of years the lot was mowed down and a house was built. They too, had done a nice job taking care of the field, what is now their yard. I still go back and take another look at what my friends and I had originally started. I am reminded of the times when I was a kid so carefree with not a single worry on my mind except what new toys to buy. The sandlot was my home away from home as a kid. ...
