I wasn't bad at t-ball, I just didn't care.

When I was growing up my parents tried to give me a well-rounded childhood. Since I started ballet at 2.5 years old, they decided when I was about 4 that it was time to try sports.

Well, one sport anyway.

And that sport was tee ball.

I got my uniform and a stand to practice with in the front yard. I learned the bases and was ready to play. Things were looking good for my athletic career until I started making sand castles instead of fielding balls. Not sure why I even bothered trying volleyball or basketball after that epic beginning.

The other day I noticed my 4 year old neighbor running around the yard with her sisters and mom. I went out to see if I could join in the fun and her mom told me, "We're teaching 'S' how to catch a ball. She's starting tee ball this week!"

As soon as I saw her outfit I pulled out my cell phone to get her picture. Here she is, all ready for her rookie season:

It's like I live next door to my 4 year old self. Apparently when she found out her team is called the Pirates she asked, "When do I get my cape?"

Girl after my own heart.