When I was little, 5-6 years old, I played t-ball. My dad was our coach. We had a pretty good team as far as t-ball goes, and finished third out of twelve teams. Anyway, this is the field we practiced on. I remember being here till dark, running drills, running laps, and when practice was over, just chasing each other around the field till our parents took us home. We all thought that one day we'd be big time, major league baseball players. Some of us even did well once we got to highschool, and made the varsity team (I wasn't one of them). Who knows where they will go from here though. I just remember, it all started here for us, on our Field of Dreams.
Please replace everything just the way you found it, for the next geocacher to have as much fun as you did finding it. Take that extra second to zip the baggy shut, and close the lid tight, to keep everything dry. Most of all, have fun!