I saw a father and son team out doing saturday morning door-to-door work last winter. A bright, sunny but cold day here in the 'burbs of Toronto, the well-dressed man with his son of 11 or 12 in his near replica suit and topcoat complete with bookbag lagging a few steps behind, head down, feet dragging in his heavy winter galoshes. A middle aged sister duo were working the opposite side of the street.
As the young boy slogged along behind his Dad, he came up to an easement (a gap between two houses with a sidewalk running through) that provided access to a community park. It was probably the sound of the other children playing that made him stop and look up. From his position on the sidewalk he could look through the easement and see the skating rink, and he stopped to watch the neibourhood boys and girls skating, laughing and having fun. But only for a moment.
"Come along, Timmy." His father had stopped and turned back to call his son away.
As the boy sighed and then pressed on ahead, I do believe I saw that bookbag get a little heavier, the boy's head sag a bit lower and his boots drag just a bit slower.
Eric