1977
"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons." - Unknown
In the summer of 1977, I played Little League baseball, a season that left me with fond, if vague, memories. I remember the names and faces of my childhood friends. Though I'm not close with any of them, I occasionally run into one of them. In the team picture, I'm in the second row, second from the left. The guy to the left of me and I cross paths every now and then; we're both friends of Bill W. When we meet, we reminisce about childhood days. The rest of my teammates are just memories. If I hear their names, I can picture them as they were in the photo.
The biggest thing about that year is the trophy I’m holding in the picture. It was my first and only trophy, and it held significant sentimental value. I kept it until I moved back to Oconomowoc from Ashland in 1986. Seeing this picture, I realize I am a two-time Little League Champion, Oconomowoc in 1977 and Ashland in 1978!
The memory that stands out from the summer involves a particular game where I wa…
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