It Was Just a Game of Catch

Last weekend, my family and I made our annual pilgrimage to a small community in northwest Connecticut.When I was 18 months old, my parents had rented a house there for the summer, seeking an escape from the New York City heat.The next year, we went back. The following, we went again.Soon, the tiny enclave became like a second home. I met my two best friends there. I caught my first fish there. I had my first crush there.But perhaps most importantly, I played my first game of catch there.As I remember it, I was probably about five years old. My dad had a softball and a couple of old baseball gloves. And there, in the tall, overgrown grass, we threw the ball back and forth.We played catch damn near every single day when I was a kid.But then, as I got older, my baseball career ended. And with it, our game of catch.Time goes unnoticed, until it's the only thing you notice.In this piece, I shared what happened last Sunday when I unlocked one of the old cabinets, pulled out two gloves, and asked my dad if he wanted to have a catch...It was just a game of catch. But it was so much more...•••This episode brought to you by:DeleteMe - DeleteMe makes it quick, easy, and safe to remove your personal data online. Origin Financial - Your personal AI Financial Advisor. Track your spending, investments, and net worth—all in one place.Innerbody Labs - A Higher Standard. After reviewing thousands of health products, we built formulas we wished existed.Lemon - The Al agent that turns your voice instructions into finished tasks.