Little boy, full of excitement, runs down the hill, his parents far behind. His legs go faster than they can carry him and I fear he will fall. But he is too young to recognise danger and is safe for now. He heads to the sea, with its tiny cottages with smoking chimneys, fishing boats, and ice cream. His parents smile as he tries to hurry them along. This is a moment that this little boy may or may not remember. But when he is old, and his parents are long dead, he might sit where I am now, and watch other little boys doing the same as he did, and know that he had a wonderful childhood.