When I young, I was a bit of a tomboy.  Frankly, I got it honestly; because I was the oldest of three girls.  Poor Dad was surrounded by waves and waves of estrogen.

He made the best of it, though.  He took me hunting, walking in the woods and to football games.  Thanks to him, I’m very comfortable in all of these settings.

I loved playing sports, though I wasn’t particularly good at any of them.  There was a field of pecan trees across from our house, and there was always a pick-up game over there.  We played football in the fall and baseball in the spring.  This went on for years.

I was still playing over there when I reached puberty.  I remember getting tackled by one of the neighborhood boys and realizing a whole new sensation.  Getting tackled was fun, especially by a cute guy.  But I digress.

So now I get to watch this passage of youth and enjoy it again vicariously through my grandchildren.  The latest is Thomas, who is just starting out on the ball field.

My daughter Jamie writes about it in her blog called Mommy2Bubba.  It is entitled Wee-Ball.

Wee-Ball

It makes me wish I could do it all over again!