Growing up, we lived in a cul de sac, and there were several families with young kids in our neighborhood. We would often all play outside... games like tag, kickball, and four square, to name a few.
Another game that Cindy and I played, often just the two of us, was called “Foil Ball”. We didn’t have the experience or equipment to play baseball, so Cindy had invented Foil Ball as an alternative. We used a large wad of foil as the ball, closer to the size of a softball rather than a baseball.
We had a miniature, wooden, toy bat that was painted silver, and its handle was covered in some sort of black grip tape. The fun part about it was that the longer we played, the smaller our ball became. So whenever that happened, we would just apply more pieces of foil, until the ball become the right size again; then we would resume playing.
We used the manhole covers on the ground as home plate and second base, and estimated the distances for first and third. These days, when I occasionally park my car in front of our parents’ house, right by home plate, I think back to our childhood days and our good ol’ Foil Ball games.
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