On our first sunny, warm Friday afternoon at around 3 p.m., while at a stop light, I found myself gazing at the skateboard park.
It was empty except for three very small children: one tiny girl with a tiny bike, a tiny boy with a skateboard, and a slightly bigger boy with a bike (all with helmets).
I watched as the little girl maneuvered her bike up to the top of the rise, under the watchful eye of her mother. Was the little girl going to cycle down into the bowl of the skateboard park? She took the sloping outer perimeter path down into the bowl, braking with great aplomb near (I assume) her brother.
Then I asked myself: This is odd: where are the big kids? The skateboard park should be very busy at this time of day and in this weather. I glanced around.
There they were, sitting together on the small set of bleachers, waiting and watching.
By the time the stoplight changed to green, I had concluded that the big kids had given the park to the little ones for a while so they could play safely. I was quite moved by their thoughtfulness.
Those kids are all right.
Maxine Glover
Vernon
