Gracie Goes to the Baseball Game

Gracie is off to the ball game with her best friends from grade school. Ah, the thrill of it all! They are taller than Gracie, with crowns of thick, curly hair and bronzed skin. They walk with longer strides than Gracie's Casper white legs can manage. Gracie walks calmly, trailing unintentional destruction in her wake. Her friends notice the noise of the first crash when a large plastic placard falls with a whoosh and then a whack as it hits the ground. They turn to look and ask what the noise was. Gracie confesses with a shrug, but decides not to acknowledge her fault by going back and picking it up.

Onward and upward, well upward, for them as they head to the top of the stairs to find their the seats, when Gracie trips on the steps catching herself, but dropping her water bottle. Someone leaps down to pick up the rolling water bottle and asks if she is OK.  "Yes" Gracie replies, without the least embarrassment. It feels almost clandestine to go to the ball game when you are out of state, where hardly anyone knows you and the people who do know you are out of sight.  She catches up with her friends and sits down.  All is well, even as she climbs over other spectators and gets to the rest room without incident.  This adds to her confidence.  Nonetheless, upon leaving the game, Gracie manages - how - we will never know, to knock bottles out of cup holders. Her friend saves the bottles and pleasantly says, "Sorry about that!" to Gracie’s newest victims.

They went on a bike ride the previous day, but The Story of Gracie’s Bike Ride must wait to be told until her bruises heal.

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