Carrie Menhel
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Billy's First Baseball Game
Billy loved baseball. He knew that this was going to be his year. He was going to get to play in the little league game. Billy had watched his friends play for the last couple of years while he sat and waited patiently on the bench. Billy loved to watch them all play. They didn’t win all their games, but they didn’t lose them all either. Billy would go home after the games and had dreams of playing in the game. He longed to be out there with his friends. He just hoped that coach would let him get out there this year.
By Carrie Menhel 4 years ago in Families
First Sign of Summer
Traffic was getting thicker. Car horns were going off all over the place. The doors to the restaurants along the way had people spilling out into the streets. There was a sea of smiles, a wave of laughter moving down the street toward the ballpark. As we neared the parking area, it felt as though we were just another cow being herded toward the slaughter house. Finally, we found a parking spot and headed toward the park. I could feel the electricity in the air. The sea of people headed toward the turnstiles into the park. As I stepped through the turnstile, I felt that I was stepping into a different world. As I was walked toward the field, the air was filled with the smell of buttered popcorn and hotdogs on the grill. These are the smells that remind me that baseball is finally here. I walked under the archway to the field. My world opened up when I saw the dark green field and the brick red pitcher’s mound. I took a deep breath and smelled the sweet scent of fresh cut grass. The base lines marked the perfectly shaped diamond. The grounds crew had delicately raked all the signs of human touch away from the pitcher’s mound.
By Carrie Menhel 4 years ago in Fiction
