The ball went between the two trees. That meant it was a double. Everyone knew it. Rules were bent and remembered all at once. The field was yours. The game was real.
Shinto
Sacredness can live in make-believe.
Play becomes ritual when shared with care.
Daily Takeaway
Don’t underestimate what children know to be true.
Honor the fields that existed only for you.
Journal Prompt
What imaginary game still feels real?
Where did you first make your own rules?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
Fenceball when you only had 4 players total 2v2- you could only have half the field to hit the ball for it to be fair. Fun times, but also made for a dead pull swing - Fence ball at Beaser Park and then to the beach right after that