"and that is the story, of The Sandlot." i ruffle Leo's hair and lean my head on Alan's shoulder. "woah..." September mumbles, staring at me and Alan. "so, you guys played at the sandlot too?!" Ocean asks. "yup. and it holds the same amazing memories that you two and your team are making." Alan answers. "and you guys have been together since you were my age?!" September questions. me and Alan make eye contact and smile, nodding at our curious daughter. the three of them look at their parents in amazement, stunned of the story of their childhood.

then my watch lights up, showing it's 2:35pm. "alright kiddos, mommy has got to go to work. daddy is going to make you lunch while i'm gone, and be good, alright?" i tell my 4 year old, Leo, my 12 year old, September, and my 14 year old, Ocean. i give Alan a peck before i grab my bag, car keys, and am off to the stadium.

~game~

"now running for the Los Angeles Dodgers, Benny 'The Jet' Rodriguez!" i hear over the announcer speaker. "it is the clutch situation of the season. they say The Jet's lost a step or two, but i wouldn't be surprised to see some fireworks here." i say over the intercom. "The Jet's got a suicide lead, and- AND THERE HE GOES! HES STEALING HOME, THEY DONT SEE HIM, I DONT BELIEVE IT, HES STEALING HOME!! HES STEALING HOME, AND THEY DONT SEE HIM, I DONT BELIEVE IT, THEY DONT SEE HIM!! THE PITCH!!" i scream, watching the game. Benny slides on home base, a person from the other team trying to get to him before, but it's no use. "safe!" the ref calls. i stand up out of my chair, and cheer. "HES HIT THE DIRT! HES SAFE! SAFE!!" i continue to yell. "SAFE, SAFE, SAFE!!" i yell, high-fiving my co-workers. "i don't believe it! The Jet stole home! The Jet stole home!" i announce, taking off my LA Dodgers baseball cap, that a certain someone gave to me when i was twelve. and i wave it in the air, full of joy and excitement. the whole crowd claps and cheers, also booming.

Benny gets carried away by his team, but when they finally set him down, he runs back to where i can see him, and he looks right at me.

Benny shoots me a thumbs up from across the field, to which i return and smile.

our thing.

i sit back down in my chair and take a deep breath. then i slowly turn my head, to look at the picture of me and The Sandlot kids in 62. we've all grown up, and grown apart, but no matter how far we are, no matter how far we may seem,

we will always be The Sandlot kids.

and The Sandlot kids, are indestructible.