(Summer of 1962, you and Benny are dating.)

You were the only girl in the group, and you were one of first people to start playing at the Sandlot. You had moved here about three summers ago, and recently a new kid named Small's had joined the group too. You and him got along just fine, but he didn't know about the tradition that you all had. Every year, on the fourth of July, you all had a night game. It was the only night game of the year, because on the fourth, the fireworks would light up the sky perfectly so that you could all play.

Right now, you, Benny, Small's, Squint's, Yeah-Yeah, Bertram, Kenny, Timmy, Tommy, and Ham were all walking to the sandlot together, just quietly chatting as everybody else was having some cookout. The faint sound of fireworks being set off could be heard in the backround, but you all ignored it. You wore a black, cropped tank top and a pair of denim shorts, with a pair of black converse and your hair tied up in a ponytail. It was nice, being able to just hang out with your friends and not have to worry about anything else, for once.