Chapter 1~ All that we needed

The King of Crash.

The Sultan of Swat.

The Colossus of Clout.

The Great Bambino.

Babe Ruth.

The name that started it all.

I was about three when I got into baseball, my dad had been telling me a bedtime story about the greatest hero who ever lived walked the Earth, Babe Ruth. To his horror, however, I had no clue who he was. That was when the stories began. That was when I fell in love with baseball.

All summer, I would play and play and play baseball. I completely lost the little interest I had in dresses and dolls. My walls were no longer pink, but blue. My clothes were no longer cute, but comfortable. I had fallen deep, very deep. Mom got mad at Dad for a long time. She blamed him for my change, for my passion, for my love. That was, until she saw me play.

Now girls don't usually place baseball you know, in fact, we're practically not allowed!

But that didn't stop me. I played and played every day, until people began to say, 'someday that kid, will be as good as the Babe.' And every day, I hope to God they were right.

I converted to conventional and necessary. Giggly girls from school were boring and bothersome. I ignored them all. Strong boys who play baseball, those are necessary. Especially if I was to form a baseball team. So I scouted them. Only the best.

They had to be fast, they had to be strong, they had to be great. They had to be compatible. I spent days, and weeks, and months; writing strategies and plans. Who would work, and who would not.

And that is how I met my best friend.

Carter Porter, from down the block, was interesting to say the least. I didn't know where to start. He was the best catcher I had ever met, that's for sure. So I met with him. When I introduced myself he said, " Robin? Like Robin Hood?"

And suffice to say, that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

I met with seven other players, completing the necessary nine players on our team. Then the question was, where to practice? We spent weeks looking for someplace near by where we could practice, but everywhere we went wasn't right. Until Carter found the Sandlot. It was an old abandoned place, with some trash littered here and there. But perfect. It had a dirty old baseball diamond, all the bases and a wooden bench in the far corner of one of the walls separating the lot from some other people's house.

It was perfect.

We brought all that we needed and ever since then, its been our home away from home.

And with time we all changed, the boys got better and so did I. I had found that spending hours under the hot California sun made us all sweat buckets, and with the wind blowing my hair hazardously in my face, I decided I had to do something about it. And I did. I kept my slightly wavy, dark brown hair short, just a few inches below my earlobe. I wore baggy pants and loose shirts. And soon enough, everyone in Los Angeles forgot about that strange little girl who dreamed about baseball.

Now I was that boy who lived for baseball. The one who loved the Great Bambino.

Chapter 1, edited slightly... hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Seriously? If I were JK Rowling, there would be a prequel of the Maruders and a movie and the series would also be continued with the 'Next Generation' and Robin would so be in Harry Potter. But I'm not, and she isn't so, boohoo. And if you didn't get it, I DON'T FLIPPIN' OWN HARRY POTTER! ~ Vera