Here's an excerpt from the current story I'm writing. This kid will always be engraved in my memory.
"We had a round-headed kid on the team. Before you think blockhead Charlie Brown, elongate that image into a gangly six-year-old with buzzed hair, Coca-Cola ball cap, and enough energy to play the whole ball game single-handedly. That tow-headed kid you're picturing with what looks like dried macaroni and cheese on his face is Scotty Roy. To say that Scotty Roy was hyper and active would be a complete understatement but loveable still applied in a perplexing kind of way. Everything about him was a little awkward, like the way he talked, the way he dressed, the way he tried to stand on his head and catch fly balls (or was it just flies?) with his feet."
