Watching
I was standing out on patrol the other day when I looked over and saw some small children outside their house staring at us. They weren’t doing the normal abrasive “Gimme! Gimme!” that most of the children do so I went to the truck and got a soccer ball for them. One of the guys in the truck and I headed down there and gave them the ball and went back to our corner. A few minutes later I was up on a balcony overlooking the neighborhood and I looked down into their yard. The kids, both girls and boys, were all playing with the soccer ball. They were kicking it around, chasing it and laughing. An older man (I assume their father) came from the side of the house and picked up the ball. He looked at it for a moment, then kicked it across the yard and began playing with the children. He was holding up the toddler and one of the kids would roll the ball towards him and he would swing the toddler so that he kicked the ball back. Everyone had smiles, and it looked as though they were having a good time.