As a child, I used to imagine what my future would hold. I think that's common to all youngsters. I remember wanting a nice wife, a house, an unspecified number of kids, and a white fence. I don't know why the white fence. We had a chain link fence on the sides of our house, and a red wooden one in the back. My grandparents' neighbours had a little white picket fence. It couldn't have been more than three tall, and you could see through it. It was in their front yard. I think I always wanted that.
Skip ahead to the present, and I'm knee deep in renovations on our very first house. It's a nice little fifty-something year old bungalow. It has a white fence in the back (although it needs some TLC). I have a nice wife, better by far than nice. I have three awesome kids, and now I have a white fence.
Another dream I've had for a few years is to one day play catch with my son; where he is actually catching the ball, and then actually throwing it back to me. Today, that dream became reality. My son wants to play baseball all of a sudden. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining. It was so much fun to just play catch with him for a while today. I look forward to many more times hanging out with him throwing the ball around.
It's the little things in life that make me the most content. Apparently, white fences and playing catch are among those simple things.
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