I watch my kids play in the park.
They approach tiny-strangers without worry of a reproach. In their innocence they make fast friends of the foreigners and in minutes share uninhibited belly-laughs.
They run, giggle, throw sand and climb. This impromptu group of new and temporary pals create a society all their own with simple rules.
Hurt feelings are literal. Bruised knees, a bump on the head or an accidental bump on the nose. Apologies are quick to come and even quicker to be accepted. Time dwelling only takes away from precious moments better spent on the games.
I wonder why I monitor them so much.
As if my adult sense of society could somehow improve their careless kid paradise.