nostalgia

i'm going to miss boulder in the summer time. a friend of mine and i went out last night, had some food, walked around, had a drink. saw music and tons of tourists (and locals, i assume, who don't much come out of the woodwork) and people spinning fire and kids screaming and running around the fountain. there was this little kid, maybe 3 or 4. He and his older brother ripped off their clothes and the little one, still in his diaper, walked right over to the water. This fountain is a set of tiles on the ground, and the water will shoot through little openings in the tiles, sporadically. This little kid finally figured out that if he stood long enough over one of the tiles, the water would shoot out of it. So he got it, would stand there and grin when the water exploded into his face. Much to the amsuement of the adults standing around, he started squatting over the tiles, sort of like he was trying to sit down but paused and would get another big grin when the shoots of water would spray up onto his bottom. It was the most hilarious, pure thing I have witnessed as of late. His brother wouldn't go in the fountain until the little one went, but finally had enough guts to start sparring with the shoots of water. Ahh, the simplicities of childhood.