We went to the Homecoming Parade yesterday. I love to people watch. We sat up a couple of chairs behind everyone and sat down to "watch".
Soon the parade began. The boys had their sacks ready. The croud pushed forward; stepping onto the street by several feet. There were alot of people attending. (Later I found out that they had a record turn out.)
Once the candy began to fly the kids started scrambling, jumping and waving. I was surprised at how many adults got into it, picking up candy, cheering, and waving.
Hunter and Mason tried to make their way to the front to catch the flying candy. They are timid by nature and non-competitive. Suddenly a lady elbowed Hunter out of the way and said, "You can't come up this way, this is our kid's spot!" I was shocked! The boys came back by me and wanted to go home.
Bill put Ryder onto his shoulders and took the boys down the street until they found a spot away from that lady. It was a spot right in front of a bar. There were some bikers there smoking. Each time the parade floats passed by the bikers would holler and wave until the people on the float threw the candy or toys at them. Then they would pick it up, and give it to the boys.
Isn't interesting that the stereotype is to avoid people who are different than you, who may look scary, or believe differently than you--but they are the most genuine and kind. They accept all. One of the bikers even said that he had a nephew with autism.
I think I'll join the Hell's Angels.