Mom squealed, laughed, and swatted him away as if trying to shoo away a gnat.
The two of them went over and sat down on a park bench while I stepped up to the fountain. In one quick move I dunked my head all the way in. I stayed under the cool, refreshing water for as long as I could before pulling my head out and shaking off the excess water.
I could hear Mom applauding behind me and John shouted over, “That-a-boy!”
As I was running my hands through my hair, feeling the water drip down and soak my shirt I saw that same kid all the way across the park. He was near the entrance of the library, partially concealed behind the bike rack which was full of bicycles.
I turned and walked over to my parents where I shook my head like a dog, splashing them both.
