Sandlot a vacant lot especially used for unorganized sports. It was a
             place during my childhood years where I could go and not have a worry on
             my mind, except being with my best friends and playing some sandlot ball.
             A place where the memories of endless fun and games took place, between
             my friends and I. I still hear the voices of neighbors yelling at us
             to go home because of the tennis balls we hit against their walls and
             windows. The sandlot was better than Turner Field to us. Nothing could
             compare to all the times we had there.
             It was a small field in between two apartment complexes. The
             spray painted lines we drew, the worn out rug squares we used as bases, the
             home plate we made out of wood and painted white were all the things we
             could do to make this old field our baseball park. But during our endless
             games we sure felt like we were playing on a real field.
             The rules aren't exactly like baseball, although things were very
             similar. Day after day we never chose a winner. We just played to
             satisfy our love for the game, not for bragging rights. Our games
             could be played with just four people and sometimes we had games that
             were nine on nine, just like the pros.
             Every morning I knew the call to meet at the lot was coming. By the
             time we all met up, we were all ready to play. Making teams was always a
             hassle because everyone always wanted to be on Tommy's team. So, we all
             took turns being on his team and his team usually won. Taking slides into
             the run-down grass around the bases, even getting cuts from the pebbles we
             missed picking up were all part of the lot. And every time a foot stomped on
             home plate, it was a reminder that the sandlot was ours.
             By the time lunch time came around we would be covered in sweat
             and ready to jump in the pool to cool off. Then we would always
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