A few days ago, I was reading in a public space that I shared with several others. Some of them were sleeping, others were reading, and a few were people-watching. As I read, I nonchalantly took in my surroundings and recognized that we were all satisfied with the gift of a few tranquil moments in the middle of an otherwise full day.
And then…our tranquility was interrupted by a little boy with a toy gun. At first, he shot what I could only imagine to be the villains that his eyes alone could see. With boyish confidence he pointed his plastic assault rifle beyond those that I sat among to those he sought to rid us from. With vocalized “Pops!” and “Splats!”, the little boy ducked and rolled, somersaulted and jumped…his “mission” seemed successful.