It was one of those warm Fall days that reminds you of summer, but not so much you wish it was cooler. It was a day to be boys.
They were boys being boys on a playground and on a path in a small city.
The fountain dyed blue, they pretended it was a monster and threw rocks at it.
Running in the tunnel under the road, into the dark and then into the light again.
Laughing as they ran up metal ladders and slid down slides and then climbed them the wrong way.
Dirty knees, blistered palms, Star Wars themed battles and superhero rescues.