Slice of Life Story Day 10 In the Marketplace
It’s midweek market day in my home town of
. Stall holders are spread along the entire length of the town’s main street. The market is held every week. It’s seems like its always been there. Prams and pedestrians jostle for space on the pavement in front of the shops. The stallholders have taken over much of the available space, so negotiating through the human tide is a struggle. Mornington
I am walking In the midst of the crowd as a small boy maybe six years old makes a spontaneous, and somewhat inappropriate decision.
Before anyone can say ‘No!’ he places both hands on the ground and launches into his best imitation of a handstand. Momentarily he pauses, shoes pointed towards the heavens, before his legs commence a slow and inevitable downward arc to reconnect with the pavement. As he returns to his previous upright position and valiantly tries regaining composure, his slicing feet barely miss a fellow market goer who is forced to avert her head to avoid being pole-axed. Head successfully averted, she moves on without speaking. She doesn’t even bother to look back at the boy. Does she realize how close she came to a wipe-out?
At this point, the boy’s mother moves quickly alongside the misguided gymnast and offers timely words of wisdom. ‘It is probably not the time nor place to be doing handstands. Think about where you are. You’re very lucky you didn’t wipe out that lady with your flying feet. Please walk like everyone else.’
The child is now very aware of his place. He conforms, -adjusting his behaviour to imitate those around him. He walks on, just like the rest of us. He’s probably feeling a little bored by his mother wish for him to be normal. Kids rarely think about potential consequences. They feel an urge to do something –and then it happens!
I suddenly shiver. Hmm, I think I just travelled back through time. I’ve still got the scars to prove it.