I’m standing in the front yard. I’m wearing my brown corduroy pants and my yellow Sluggers shirt. Red striped, white leather, Nike sneakers on my feet. Sluggers baseball hat on my head.
Before we head off to my softball game, Darren and I decide we should roll. “Log rolls!” 4 year old Darren screams.
I lay down on the grass. I raise my arms up and realize I need to take my hat off of my head. Log rolls and baseball hats do not mix. I toss the hat on the front stairs.
I reraise my hands over head and stretch my body as if making myself longer will increase my velocity, improve my roll.
I rock back and then let myself succumb to the incline of the front yard.
The world rolls round and round as my 12 year old self tumbles, tumbles on the thick summer grass.