Le 4 juillet 2016, 17:26 dans Lifestyle • 0
One summer evening, it was very good. I went for a walk in a clearing, he saw a small boy about 10 years old and a woman. That children are only very rough evasive fight one set up on the Earth, and he has seven or eight meters away from the glass.
The child can sometimes miss a projectile metres, but also fluctuated. I stood not farbehind him, he hit the bottle, because I haven’t seen a Slingshot so poor children. The woman sitting on the grass, picked a heart from a heap of stones, gently passed into the hands of children, smiling peacefully. The child would put stones on leather,out, and took another one. Can be seen from the woman‘s eyes, she is the mother of the child.
The child seriously, hold your breath, aiming for a long time, didn’t hit a shot. Stoodby them but I could see that he must not hit this play, but he kept playing.
I walked up and said to the mother:
“Let me teach him how to play?“
The boy stopped, but still looked at the bottle directions.
He smiled a smile of my mother. “No, thanks!“ She paused, looked at the child and softly said, “he couldn’t see. ”
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For a long time, I muttered, “Oh … … Sorry! but why? “
“The other children play. ”
“Uh……” and I said, “but he … … How can you hit? “
“I told him, there will always be hit. “Mother calmly said,“ the key is that he did not. ”
I was silent.
For a long time, the boy the frequency gradually slowed down, and he was tired.
His mother did not say anything, also picked up a small stone is very serene,smiling, just pass the pace slowed.
I found this very regular beat the boy, he hit a shot, a bit to one side and hit a shot,then point, then slowly moved back.
He knew only that general direction!
Night wind hits, crickets singing in the bushes, and the stars in the sky there are barely discernable. Issued by the pimp “crackling“ sound and collapsing on the floor ofa stone “banging“ sound was still monotonously repeats. For the kids, night and daydoesn’t make any difference.
Another long, the night off, I could not see the bottle contour.
“Today he was not hit. “I think. Hesitated, they say “good bye“, turned and walked to the back.
Not far out, a bottle of crisp cracking sound came from behind.