Yesterday, in the rain, I was waiting in the city for a bus to take me home, when I saw a family out walking.
Where? Why? Who knows.
I watched them for a while as they strolled along.
Every now and then, the little boys, maybe three and four years old, would spot a puddle ahead.
They would run like crazy and jump right into it.
They were having the time of their lives.
Water would splash right up to their shorts, I'm sure their sneakers must have been soaking wet, but no-one seemed to mind. The parents laughed and continued strolling along, then the boys would spot the next puddle and off they'd go again.
Being a city footpath, the puddles were shallow, but they still held enough water to make a satisfactory splash as the boys jumped in.
Then my bus came along, I hopped on and I rode home remembering days when my own kids had jumped in puddles all the way as we walked home from shops or school.
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