On the way to the park this afternoon, a boy was coming home from school, having a good time kicking a pebble on the pavement as he came.
When he saw me tho', he stopped kicking, and it died down to a tame walk.
I grinned, ran up to the rock left in the middle of the parking lot; kicked it sideways back to him. Altho' surprised at first, he resumed the stone-toeing.
Maybe it's "just a pebble"; but I think that little pebble helped make one little boy's day a little lighter. June--too many "little's". Oh yeah.
