Article August 8, 1977 Issue

The Baseball Game

Christopher Read (written at age 9)

One day in spring, my friend Curt and I were fooling around. We weren't being bad but just kidding a lot with each other. All of a sudden, Curt got mad at me. I didn't know why. The next day I went to a town baseball game with another friend, and we saw Curt. I was happy to see him, so we went over to his seat. Somehow, he pushed me pretty hard and my leg rammed into the seat. I knew it wasn't my leg that hurt the most—it was my feelings about Curt.

When I got home a little later, I was sad because I thought I had lost my best friend. That week in my Christian Science Sunday School class, our assignment was to learn Mary Baker Eddy's spiritual interpretation of the Lord's Prayer. The part I remembered most just then was:

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