We played a game of kickball the first time the Wakefields came for a visit and now it’s become a tradition whenever they join us at the mountain. In the beginning we made do with pavers for bases and a playground ball but at our open house last fall they gifted us an official kickball set. Things got serious.
Over spring break we played multiple games, mixing up the teams throughout the week: Kids vs Parents, Wakefields vs Drews, old school team captain pick, and even drawing players out of a hat. By the end of the week we logged a pulled hamstring, a few bruises and too many scratches to count (orchard branches can be sharp!). There’s no crying. There’s no crying in kickball! Okay, maybe we had a few tears.
We played until the sun went down…
