with grandpa...
I remember well countless summer nights spent at different ball parks in the area, sometimes watching my dad play baseball. Often spent running with the rest of the kids exploring under the bleachers, or cornfields. A trip or two to the concession stand or popcorn wagon depending on which town we were in. All those memories came flooding back as I glanced across the street to see my dad tossing a ball with two of my little ones.
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