I find myself sitting in the driver’s seat of my car, waiting for a red light to turn green in my hometown. Casually I turn my head to the right and can get a slight glimpse of a sports field through the corner of my eye. I instantly get a flashback of little league baseball practice from back when I was 8 years old. Times were so different back then and its hard to visualize those simple days. Soon the light turns green and it’s time to move forward. Inside I want to stay parked there a little longer, but a car horn makes the memory cloud puff away and then I continue to where I was going.