kids

i love the ease in which kids offer their friendship.
you'll play for a little while, and when you've played enough to earn their trust or amazement, they'll simply blurt out, "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" and the deal is sealed.
simple and straight to the point.
tonight i was playing kickball with a new kid. connie, my usual kickball partner pitched to me.
usually i kick them so she can catch them, but now and then i like to test my strength.
so i kicked the crap out of the ball which went flying like a knuckle ball. it headed straight for the sauna, but then caught some air and shot over it hitting the wall. the little kid saw this kick and heard the slam against the back wall to which he responded immediately by turning around and asking my name.
apparently a feat like that diserves his friendship.
i just like how up until then he didn't give a shit, then immediately after the fact he was on with the question. . .