One of the things that makes those old friendships so powerful is that they touch a part of you that you barely remember you still have.

I have a few people who I grew up with and am still close to. It’s really a treasure.

Speaking of curveballs, my father in law played stickball with me about 10 years ago. I was 35, he was about 50 Anyway, all he threw were these crappy spinning pitches which I’d swing at and hit down into the grass (this was out in the country). He finally threw me one “fast ball” & I knocked deep. The rest of the day were all spinners.
He still talks about those spinners, I still think I could’ve knocked one out.