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I slowed down as I passed a baseball field where kids no taller than four feet wore baggy jerseys, pants, and and hats with bills that appeared to large for such tiny heads. In their positions the tiny baseball players were motionles and upright, their arms hanging limp at their sides. I wanted to stop the truck, get out, and tell the Dads how lucky they were. I wanted to tell them to just enjoy it--to just have fun. I could feel a wave of emotion flooding over me as I thought back to how it used to be. And then it hit me--it's still that way and I'm missing it just like I missed it back then. Why is it that we look back and realize how great it all was but we can't enjoy while it's happening? The reason is obvious. We're always worrying about how what is happening now will effect what will happen in the future, so you miss the moment. You know what--it's all going to be alright. It's time to have some fun.
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