But here's the best part. After the game they let all the kids run the bases.
And I saw this gramma running as fast as she could. She reminded me of my gramma running after me...
And then I saw the fiercest little girl bursting past home base to get some place important.
She wanted to hug the mascot.
The gramma caught up with her, a bit out of breath, calling to the mother in the stands, trying to describe how she couldn't keep up.
But what I saw was how times had changed. A place me and my gramma would have never been allowed on and here the distance and the decades lessened by a gramma who ran the bases with her granddaughter.
