I Play Nice
I was walking home from work on Friday [since it was such a nice day and all] and as I came up to the bus stop I passed a biggish minivan without tinted windows. This oddity aside, it seemed fairly normal, but inside it were two little kids, a boy and a girl, both of whom waved at me. I stopped to see whether I recognized them or not, but when I turned to look at them they ducked down below the windows, and after a moment I started walking again. When I looked back a moment later they were there - definitely strangers to me, but the girl pulled her brother down again.
My bus was god-awfully late as usual, but I didn't mind. I spent forty-five minutes playing hide and seek with kids who stayed in the exact same place the whole time, with their parents chatting animatedly in the front. I hid behind snowbanks, twirled around to catch them watching and crept behind the car. They giggled manically and climbed into their trunk to sit on a pair of old tires. It was a nice break from reality.
But I still don't want kids.
My bus was god-awfully late as usual, but I didn't mind. I spent forty-five minutes playing hide and seek with kids who stayed in the exact same place the whole time, with their parents chatting animatedly in the front. I hid behind snowbanks, twirled around to catch them watching and crept behind the car. They giggled manically and climbed into their trunk to sit on a pair of old tires. It was a nice break from reality.
But I still don't want kids.