1) Tossed peas in the air and hit them with a broomstick.
2) Threw rubber balls up on the roof, stood where I couldn’t see it coming down and caught it over my shoulder. When the angle of the sun was right faced the roof shielding my eyes from the sun.
3) Spent hours bouncing a rubber ball off the side of the garage to field grounders.
4) Rolled up socks and pitched to a mirror in my bedroom while watching my mechanics.
5) More than anything whether it was at the field playing baseball, in the backyard playing whiffle ball or in the driveway playing cupball** we played and played and played.
We didn’t worry about bat size and weight. We only cared someone had a bat that wasn’t broken. If not, it’s why screws and duct tape was invented. Metal bats? What are those?
** Bathroom Dixie cup stuffed with newspaper. We fired them from about twenty-five feet to strike zone squares on the garage.