At lunchtime I passed a group of children in fat snowsuits who were noisily, happily, sliding on patches of ice in a schoolyard until someone (a schoolyard lunchtime ice monitor?) came out and shouted:
“Stop sliding on the ice! Sliding is NOT ALLOWED.”
As I walked by, I wondered how old you had to be in order to slide on ice without someone yelling at you. I kicked a block of ice down the street as I went, which eventually attracted some strange looks. And then I wondered: how young do have to be in order to kick a block of ice down the street without people looking at you strangely…
Matilda Magtree 