I just love little Salsbury Park. It is on my way to and from everywhere and I often sit on the benches, especially on fine days like today. I have written before about eagles, squirrels, and slackliners in the Park. Today, my joy was with little kids.
As anyone who knows the Park is aware, the eastern end has a very steep slope — grassy in summer, perfect for sleds on a snowy day. There were two young lads, perhaps two or three years old, trying to scale the hill. One of them found it no problem; he ran to the top and raced down again. However, his pal just couldn’t get the hang of walking up the slope: he would run a few steps and then fall back on his backside, over and over again. Also because of the slope, he was having trouble getting himself standing upright again after each fall. His little friend came over — over and over again — and gave him a hand up.
I spoke with one of their fathers who told me it was the little one’s first ever hill.
Finally, after much endeavour, both boys stood proudly at the top of the slope, laughing and enjoying their joint success. It was wonderful to watch such an important triumph.