I was walking around the park during lunch one day. Up near the duck pond, there was a little boy riding his bike with training wheels on the path. He stopped his bike in the middle of the path, and then began to walk down through the bushes to the duck pond. He looked really young - maybe only 3 or 4. I tried to keep an eye on him, as there didn't seem to be any other adults around. I couldn't figure out who he came to the park with. As I got closer to him, he noticed me heading his way.
He appeared to be eyeing me warily. I saw him trying to gauge the distance between me and his bike, and then between himself and his bike. He really wanted to be down by the duck pond, but at the same time, he didn't want some strange woman getting near his bike. When I was nearly at his bike, he raced up next to it, and acted as though he was going to get on and ride away. He waited there as I walked by. I smiled at him, and he just gave my a sideways glance; it was as near to a scowl as I think a three year-old can get.
As soon as I was a safe distance away, he walked back down to the duck pond. He had been convinced that I was in need of a tiny bicycle with training wheels and was not above stealing one from him. Poor little guy; I never did figure out who was there with him.
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