Fixing The Field

The group got to work right away. They cut grass, fixed the bases, and cleaned the old wooden fence. Some used hammers, others carried new paint and tools. Even the ones who hadn't touched a bat in years found ways to help.

The sun was hot, but no one complained, they laughed while they worked, remembering the silly things they used to do. Each corner of the field reminded them of something; A great catch, a wild throw, a summer night that never seemed to end. by the end of the day, the Sandlot looked like it once had. The dirt was smooth. The grass was green. The field felt alive again.