Swinging for the Fences

The ballfields were several miles from our house, located at the farthest possible southwest portion of the lake. We lived at the farthest northeast portion. As the crow flies, that distance could easily be cut in half, but we didn't have wings so that was a moot point. We rowed the boat a few times to practice, but even that was quite a chore for seven- and eight-year-olds. The temptation to go fishing while enroute was also difficult to resist so we pedaled ourselves most of the time.