Our guest writer, Theresa Stiles, contributed this poignant, spiritual remembrance of backyard kickball and wiffle ball days gone by. Like many of us, Theresa and her husband were happy to raise their children here in Westfield and neighboring towns. But when the kids departed for college and onto new chapters in their lives, she felt at sea and paused to relive treasured times: “Treasures I have been grateful for in the past mean so much more in the present. I stand with my morning coffee in front of the sliding glass doors, the lens through which I view the past and present. My mental film flaps like a flag blowing in the wind as the backyard projector plays old family movie reels.