One of the nice things about living on a few acres is having the option to do something with all your property, or not. We fall into the "or not" category. It's just nice to have the space, hear the coyotes howl, the hawks screech and pick some wild blackberries.
Years ago, when my son was about 8, my husband wanted to build a baseball field out back, and he started putting together a backstop. But my son grew faster than the project, and soon it was apparent that he and his friends were strong enough to hit baseballs into the cow pasture (our neighbor) and the chicken coop (ours). The project was scrapped. Until this year.
My son gathered his friends together and picked up where my husband left off.
Wiffle ball game. Despite all the room out there, it is still not a good setting for a regular hardball game.