Home Run Derby
One hot day in July I played home run derby in a backyard pool in Kentucky. My first girlfriend was there running out of the house in a bikini and the sound of her laughter trickled out like a waterfall. Her friend ran out of the house, a block of ice in her hands. My first girlfriend met my eyes as she ran toward me. She was a heaven of long brown hair and dark eyes. Skin gleamed and flashed against the sky. My first girlfriend tackled me and held me on the ground while a block of ice was held against my back. The day wore on in innocence with lemonade and grilled hotdogs and a round of home run derby. For some reason i was the only person able to hit a home run. I hit a home run every time at bat. My first girlfriend eagerly swung the bat but never really connected very well. After my fourth home run my first girlfriend rolled her eyes and made a huffing noise. I hit home run after home run and swam the bases with unhindered joy.
The only thing I was really hitting out of the park was my chance at having a lasting relationship with my first girlfriend. I think my first girlfriend liked me because she thought she could hold me down with ease, call every shot. After the home run derby she stopped flashing her eyes at me and the summer had nothing left to give me but the heat lingering deep into the night.
