The nearest thing we had to a physical education class when I was attending a two-room elementary school was playing volleyball or softball. The teams included all the kids in the upper grades, 5th through 8th grade. Sports were not something for which I had much skill and especially when it came to participating in a game of softball. Being chosen for a team was excruciating for me, a skinny 5th grade bookworm terrified a ball would actually be thrown or batted toward her. Invariably a spot way out in the field as far as possible from the batter, was where I was told to stand and wait for the ball which hardly ever came my way, thank goodness.
Autumn pastures green with new growth from the recent rains sparkle as the early morning sunbeams bounce off the dewdrops enveloping the blades of grass. A red Hereford cow standing near the wire fence nuzzles the face of her calf recently weaned. With the changing of the seasons flocks of migratory birds stop to rest and feed among the trees, grass and hedgerow. High overhead is heard the scream of a red-tailed hawk proclaiming its territory. The branches of the fir trees lining one side of the fence provide a playground for the gray squirrels as they scamper and leap from one branch to another. In the unfenced field across the road, a dozen white great egrets stand like sentinels randomly spaced throughout the field to usher in the new dawn in the peaceful countryside, unaware of the impending doom.