"Hi," the little boy said as he stood on the corner, waiting to cross the street. He was small, and slight, probably about the age of eight. He wore his blonde hair, medium length, and somewhat tousled. His blue T-shirt was stained with various shades of color from having worn it all day while playing. His faded blue jeans had holes where the knees should be. He wore dirty high-top tennis shoes that had once been white. He carried a baseball mitt in one hand, that was two sizes too big for him. And on his tousled hair was a Dodgers baseball cap. "Aren't you a bit young to be crossing this busy street by yourself?" "I'm not by myself. Mom said not to cross the street by myself. But you are here, so I am not by myself." I had to grin at his logic. But I also was concerned about him being out here among strangers and where he might be going. "Where are you going?" "Across the street." "Jakeeeeeeeeee!" A woman came running out of a nearby house. "I told you not to cross the street by yourself." "I'm not crossing it by myself Mom. I am crossing it with this nice lady." Jake's mother grabbed his hand, gave me a suspicious look, and pulled him towards her house. I hurried across the street. With all the kidnappings going on in our world. I was afraid she would call the cops and have me arrested. But I did smile the rest of the day for having met such a sweet innocent boy. © Sharon (Sunyskys43@aol.com) ~INDEX PAGE~