I Saw A Home Run

I read that it’s great to collect happy memories, these memories can be used as pivots to keep upbeat and get the best out of life each day.   I began to collect those memories and make my list, so I could implement the technique right away.   The first memories were my children’s smiles.  There was nothing so pure and full of light as the smile of your happy child.  That topped my list.   Then I saw a baseball and it was flying high and hard and head out across a field.  My son was playing his first season of baseball and hit the hard ball hard.   When he swung the bat, he made it look so easy.  The bat met the ball and crack it was off and flying.   Flying like a seasoned bird going for it through the sky.   People screamed, cheered and laughed. This little boy, only seven years old, had hit the ball like that.  They screamed run, run!  He dropped the bat with a calm that he had always possessed, and off he went to circle the bases.
My heart leaped in my chest and flew with the ball. My son ran the bases. As he ran he kept looking at people’s faces making sure that he was the one that had hit the ball so majestically. He came in and his teammates surrounded him, clapping him on the back with huge grins and words of praise. He let it roll over and around him and the waited for his next turn. Soon he was called again and he made his way to home base with the bat in his hand. The pitcher pitched and crack! The ball was off and flying again. It was always like that for him. He performed the hit with expertise beyond his years. It was a magnificent thing, but funny and cute too. It was a memory that always made me smile. That one was definitely going on the list.