Old Friends Return

One by one, the boys from the Sandlot started to come back. They were all grown up now, with jobs, families and busy lives. But something about that letter made them stop what they were doing and return to where it all began.

 The first arrive walked slowly around the field, remembering  every base and every game. Another brought food and smiled at the sight of the ol fence. others came with kids of their own, wanting to show them the place where their best stories started. they looked around and saw tall grass, broken boards, and a rusted fences. But under all that, the Sandlot was still there, waiting for them.