Catch with my dad
In the summers I used to play catch with my dad. After work, he would grab his three-finger ball glove and we’d head out to the empty lot behind our house and toss a baseball back-and-forth. He enjoyed the fresh air and time with his son, and I loved practicing my pitching. We’d play until dark, or until Mom called us in to supper, then go inside, wash up, and dig in to the meal. I was always excited by our time together, and I think it helped him unwind from the stress at work.Â
 I wish I still had Dad’s ball glove. They don’t make them like that anymore.
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