In 1991 I was a Little League pitcher for the Durham Mets. Stepping out onto the mound was always pure magic. I felt like a big-shot in my uniform, hurling 45 mph fastballs.
Once in a while, though, the high-school baseball team would be practicing at the same time, on the full-size field across the lot, and I’d be reminded that I still had a lot of growing up to do.