"Catch!" A small boy with blonde sandy hair no older than twelve laughed as he threw a baseball at a much older boy with the same colored hair who was taller and looked much more mature. The baseball flew through the air and the taller boy caught it with much agility and grace.
"You'll have to do better than that if you want to join the Leagues Connor!" The older boy laughed at the smaller one, his brown eyes twinkling in the sunlight. Both of the boys were playing catch in a large twenty acre field that bordered their family's farmhouse in the rural countryside of Iowa. In total, their family actually owned a hundred acres of farmland that had been passed down since his late great grandfather had come to own and settle the land in the late eighteen hundreds.
"Just watch me, George!" C
