My life can be mapped by ball fields. The dust and mud of baseball fields; the windy, unshaded terrain of soccer fields; and the brightly illuminated green glow of football fields under the night sky. In addition, I’ve spent months inside stuffy gymnasiums echoing with the squeak of athletic shoes and the thudding of basketballs. I can chart the seasons by what’s in the back of my minivan. In the winter, basketballs jostle with ski gear, stray gloves and soggy knit caps. Spring arrives with soccer balls clunking around in the trunk, and the odor of sweaty cleats permeating the air. Summer brings wet beach towels, stray flip-flops and small coolers filled with melting ice. Autumn means a car full of quilts, stadium chairs and mouth guards in my coffee holder/Cindy Hval, SR. More here.

Question: What sports were are your kids involved in? If you no longer have kids/grandkids involved in sports, do you miss it?