The children, more eager to play on the equipment than to satisfy their appetites, quickly took a bite of this, a nibble of that and a gulp of milk, so as to not miss one moment of valuable play time. Our plan was to stay another hour and a half, weather providing. There was so much laughter, along with a few tears, as there might be with so many children running around bumping into others. A couple of already loose teeth found the opportunity to come out. There was a skinned knee or two, but nothing we couldn't handle.
Children forget so quickly when they're busy playing.
They have such a way of getting right back up and carrying on. Teachers and aides wandered around watching groups of children, some not even their own. At one point I turned around and glanced down the row of picnic tables to the one farthest from me. There stood a man wearing a tattered shirt and worn out blue jeans. His skin appeared weathered beyond his years.