Saw two groups of kids while walking the dog today. First group were pre-pubescent boys climbing up the drainpipe and onto the roof of the split level by the creek.

“Hi,” said a girl, maybe 12, wrapped in a blanket, thrilled at their adventure.

“Are they supposed to go up there?” I said. In response, she smiled, Mona-Lisa-like.

The next gang was on both sides of the street, throwing sticks at each other, but paused when we passed by. “That’s a beautiful dog,” said the oldest boy, maybe 12. What is it about age 12 the emboldens children?

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome, kind sir,” said the boy.

Then they went back to chasing each other across the street.