When my little sister was six, my mom signed her up for tee-ball. She, my sister, wanted to play because I, the cooler big sister, had started playing softball the year before. She was as much of a slap-hitter as the tee would allow and hit from either side, though she preferred to throw lefty. The teams rotated players throughout the field every inning, and soon it was her turn to play in the outfield. Prompted by those of us on the sidelines, she hustled out to left field; two minutes later we looked back over and she was sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the grass, picking daisies and blowing dandelion weeds.
40 in 40: Dee Gordon
