It was quiet at first, but before long, spirited folks were up and dancing. These two got going right away.
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While that was impressive, we were all relieved 10-15 minutes later, when the kids began to act like normal children and got up and moved around a little. I even took a few shots of them dancing with the abandon only kids can show. One of them insisted that I take her photo, and I did. Of course, once I did that, everyone wanted a pic.
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She then insisted that I let her take my camera over to her teacher so she could show her the photo. Peeling her stubborn fingers off my camera, I firmly but kindly told her no, that she could not. She boldly snapped, "Why?! I'll bring it back!" I told her I would show her teacher, but she could not handle my camera. She gave me that, "Some people!" look.
I took a few more pics, and the kids were mostly pretty cute. Of course, when I bought a popsicle, they all stared at it with wide, sad eyes, even though each of them had had their own popsicles five minutes earlier. Feeling a little smothered, I took a walk to take some pics, but I eventually came back and took out my change purse to find some change for a drink. Suddenly, my chair was surrounded by 3-foot tall panhandlers. The boldest (guess which one) said, "Can I have some money? Pleeeeease can I have some money?" and soon they were like a nest of chirping birds, hungry for worms. I said no, but they did not budge, and a couple of them actually had their hands out. I said, "Listen to me. You need to step away from my chair. I am not going to give you any money. I don't even know you!"
Bold One pipes up, "My name is Shanika!" and her posse followed, "My name is Sarah!" "My name is Simon. What's your name?"
Too funny. (Annoying--yes, but funny, too.)
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