And he wanted to be one of them, playing in the streets, un-frightened, moving with such grace and power, but he knew this could not be.
Not QUITE as haunting as this, but close:
I'm sorry. The regatta is for families. See the kids in miniature life-jackets all blown up like rubber bath toys? See the parents hanging onto a pudgy arm lest a sudden gust capture their balloon child and send them surfing to the trees? It's for families, not for us.

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