No. I'm just kidding. I wasn't doing yardwork.
I am going to make this post rather short. That is due to the fact that Chase will be here tonight, and he may like to post a Chase's Corner follow-up.
So as for right now, I'm going to talk about one of my proudest moments. I don't remember what grade I was in. 3rd or 4th maybe? It was a nice, Spring day at recess. We were playing kickball. I was up. I was pretty much positive that it was going to be yet another single. But no. I kicked it hard and awesomely. I ran and ran and ran as my teammates encouraged me to keep going. I kicked it down my the swings and jungle gym. The entire team was at homebase as I rounded the third and it was clear to me that the kickball wasn't coming back toward me anytime soon. I hit home again, and I had just hit my first home run.
Check back tonight for Chase's post.
Color Me Gone,
Zach
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