It was the usual scenario – a bunch of hard teenagers hanging out in the park where we were playing with our young boys. We kept our distance, but I could still hear a few choice swear words.
My four-year-old had a balloon which he accidentally lost his grip on. As he watched it swirl away out of reach, up into the sky, he cried:
‘My balloon! My balloon! No!’
The group of youths all turned towards my son and his disappearing balloon.
‘Aaawww,’ they cried. ‘His balloon!’
There’s nothing quite as sad as a child who’s lost his balloon. Even the local hard kids would agree.