Childhood Nostalgia

I can’t remember a time when a brisk afternoon didn’t immediately remind me of my childhood memories of playing baseball with my brother. Whether it is the scent of the fresh air or the cold breeze against my face, the settings instantaneously remind me of the hours I spent on my front lawn tossing the baseball to my brother until it was too dark to see the baseball anymore.

As a child, these times were simply pure enjoyment to pass the time, but to this day, they are the reminder of the days when my brother and I did not have a worry in the world and the time we spent tossing around a baseball was never wasted time. My brother and I would play any possible game we could think of to just spend a few more hours outside. We would create a game as we were called for dinner and yell inside “we’ll come in when we finish the game” even though we had no intentions to stop playing. 

What makes these memories so nostalgic to me is that my brother was so much older than me, approximately eight years, and yet, until he went to college, we spent every afternoon we could outside discussing anything and everything just throwing a baseball around.

To this day, I will never forget those brisk afternoons spent with my brother. The memories will forever be treasured with me and even now when my brother comes home, we always make it a priority to have a catch outside and make up excuses as to why we can’t come in for dinner.