swings
03 February 2002 |||
Yesterday, while I was at a hockey game for reasons I would prefer not to elaborate upon, a little girl in a purple coat approached me and gave me a cookie wrapped in a yellow napkin.
The only other time a younger member of society was kind to me was when this other nameless child ran up behind Resa and I and, without being cued to do so, begain pushing us as we were in our respective swings talking. Her timing was adequate going between the two of us, surprisingly.
Except that once, when I was swinging backwards and accidently knocked her over.