…simple. Something to climb on, a swing to help you fly, and a friend. That last bit is important. A stranger with an instant connection riding the same wavelength. It takes a playground session and turns it into an unforgettable afternoon.
At least it’s as simple as that when you’re two.
And to find all this in a whole new place, on another side of the world, in a language you don’t understand… Well, that last bit is irrelevant when you’re that age. Sharing happened for the first time and lasting friendship was made that afternoon.
And the best thing about all that is when the memory starts to fade, as it often does in a two-year-old, I will be able to remind him with these photographs. That happiness can always be that simple. Though somehow I think I’ll be the one that needs that reminder more than he does.