Balloons in the park
This afternoon, instead of working on either of the two articles I'm supposed to be writing, I went to the Botanical Garden in Golden Gate Park to bask in the sunlight. While I was sitting on a bench I watched a family arrive -- mom, dad, a little girl of about 2 in a bright red coat with long frizzy blond hair, and a boy of about 4. They went to an open grassy area and the parents started blowing up five-foot-long balloons. Then, without tying them off, they started letting them go. The balloons flew around randomly, sometimes zooming straight up in the air, sometimes skimming over the grass. The kids were captivated and delighted and chased them, trying to retrieve the deflated remains. This went on for a long time; the kids never got tired of it, and everyone else in that part of the park was enthralled watching them.
4 Comments:
What kind of anti-modern parenting is this?
I can just imagine farty deflating balloon noise and the kids in pursuit. Damn good cheap theatrics might be what parenting is all about.
Have you seen the family of quail that lives (without irony) under the rosemary bush in the middle of the Botanical Garden? They are awfully social.
It is wonderful to still find the kid in yourself...my son still goes bananas for a large empty box. LOVE THAT!
i miss walking through the garden and glimpsing slices of life like this. lucky you!
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