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Some Kids I Have Known
A Breath of Fresh Air

Gently, ever so cautiously Cindy opened the door to the small, strange, grocery store located in the town of this wheat farming community, not too far from where she lived. The little city was far enough away she hardly ever shopped there, but on this day was driving through when she decided to pick up a few food staples.

There was always a friendly openness with the people in the town, but she was totally caught off guard by the simple scene before her. The clerk behind the counter was a young woman. If she had lived in a large city there would have been offers for her to do television commercials she was so outstandingly healthy and beautiful in her appearance. Her face was almost square built and regal in its bone structure. Her fair untanned skin was so clear and unflawed there seemed to be a whisper of some mystical something about her personage.  If she knew she was beautiful there was no hint of an awareness to the fact.  She had a straight forward steady gaze with only a hint of a pleasant smile.

Cindy was a photographer and she could visualize the woman standing at the top of one of the bluffs around the area where the wind might catch and wrap strands of her lovely long black hair here and there about her face and neck. As the customer stepped up closer to the counter she saw the young woman has the most startling blue eyes.

Across from the counter was a television flickering and Cindy thought it was this sound she  heard.  Somehow, the voices were too clear though, and she turned to investigate. Was it children's laughter?

There was a short dividing wall closing off what was like a small space enclosed only half way up. She could easily look over. Below the half wall she could see two children rolling and tumbling as they played. Cindy realized this was the sound she heard, not the television. The children were so involved in their play they did not notice her at all. Like their mother they were bundled in a heavy set of clothing including bulky outdoor coats. This only called to Cindy's attention the fact the building was unheated in this winter time season. The weather had been unusually warm,  but not enough so as to be comfortable without heat and this warm attire.

As Cindy turned her attention back to the clerk she realized the young woman was nervous as to her strange customer's  approval or disapproval because her children were with her in this place of business. All the older woman could do to show her total approval of the scene was to simply smile and wink. The broad smile emitting from the young woman only added to the charm of the moment. It was as if the two women were joined in a depth of understanding to surpass their age difference.

When Cindy came back to her car she spoke to her husband.  "You know, sometimes  we can see the most pleasant thing in something like another world."

"And?"  her husband was as usual ready to listen to the forth coming story.

"Well, you just can't believe what a lovely scene I just walked in to!" Cindy felt gifted with something to give her a new and renewed encouragement as to how the spirit of youth was alive and well.

No where was there shiny waxed polished floors, sad sloe eyes of children, organized rooms of toys and file cabinets. No institutions of necessity for child care, but just a small grocery store room where happy children rolled and played under the watchful eye of their mother.

"It just makes me a little sad a mother has to be almost afraid of someone seeing her with her children."  Cindy had the strangest feeling, as if somehow she had entered into another time warp of a time and place in the future with this small scene just a window she had the opportunity to look through. "I'm getting older and in a way I'm glad of it."  Cindy leaned her head against the back of the car seat and willed her self not to think anymore about it.

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