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There's a park in Berkeley nearby where I used to live. It's quiet neighborhood. Nice, sweet little willered park with grassy field and one in and then closed playground for little kids.

It's all sandy so no one can hurt themselves. Got a slide. For many kids, this is their very first playground.

And these kids, the kids that come here after their nap, they are each others very first playmates.

In several afternoons with some snacks, some juice boxes, I'd load up the double stroller. Stop buying the way to get my then three-year-old daughter's friend Julia.

And we roll down to the park. Both of them giggling at each other the whole way. Tell each other the little three-year-old secrets.

As soon as we get to the park, they jump out and run to the play area. Top speed to see which of their friends is here today.

And there's this boy sandy-haired same ages them. His mom must have been a my schedule because he was often bare at the same time.

And they all give each other little kid hugs. The girls say hello. He say hi right back. And he turned until the swings that the girls they're here now.

Later on, he might warn the slide that when he got on it, he didn't want to go too fast because he didn't want to get hurt.

And one day, the girls asked him to play tag. He said, okay, and took a coin out of his pocket, placed it carefully on the sand and told the sand.

They don't use his quarter because my grandma gave me this quarter. So I'm going to keep it right here now because I'm going to go play tag. But it better be right here when I get back.

And on the way home, that afternoon in the stroller, the girls they ask me, if things that are not people can hear what they say.

Well, what do you think? They look at each other and whispered amongst themselves. And Julia, the spokesperson, she says, we think that maybe stuff can hear us if the stuff has people in it.

Makes it to me.

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