Four

Some things are away written
I never had a lucky number
This one the first I remember being given
Eight or nine I played second base
I like four

Outward

We appear to each other with little mystery
What does quiet time mean when your neighbors are deaf
Most of what we do and self evident only because we did it
We don't seek reasons to act

A bright light to me and rather loud
They can not talk any other way
Perhaps flashlight but not so really
You need to get each other's attention randomly

Around a camp not so quiet time
One group an old country road please go to West Virginia
Another of sweet home Alabama 5000 campers or just him