Swish, swish, swish
My feet hit the soft green grass
Taking strides toward the dirt
I spin my hand and lift it over my head
I release the ball in mid-air
Aimed at the three sticks planted in the ground
It bounces once
Then it heads to the kid with bat in hand
Swoosh
He takes a confident swing with a smile on his face
One that quickly fades away
The bat is extended outward
Crack
The ball hits the makeshift wicket
Pieces of wood fly into the air
Right before hitting the ground
Everyone cheers loudly
They didn’t expect the city kid
To be good at their game
Little did they know
The sport coursed through my veins
Two past generations of athletes
Left me with muscle memory