Creative Writing: A Day At The Park

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I almost regretted
having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the diaper bag packed ,
the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a stroller. It was hectic,
but I survived.
Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of the
national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch. All of a
sudden it hit me, for some reason I couldn't have been prouder. There I was,
holding my son and watching my childhood heroes, sharing his first major league
baseball game. Now I don't know if what I felt was brought on by television
fantasy, or just sheer pride and joy, but I do know that I felt like a million
bucks.
After about ten minutes my son started to get restless, and my wife had
to walk him around to keep him quiet. Every once in a while when she would
bring him back to our seats, he'd sit on my lap and somewhat watch the game,
saying "ba" which was his word for ball. That alone would make me smile, even
if the ...

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