Compared to T-ball, little league was nothing. We were very active little five and six year olds, attempting to play all positions and dashing in every direction. We haphazardly threw balls at each other even if the other person was not paying attention. It was chaos. Then the coach intervened and headed straight to the pitchers mound to get us under control. Before we knew it, all 10 of us dirty-faced, animated, wiggly children sat and gave him our full undivided attention.