So that’s what we did, and his mother agreed to it, and on a cold Saturday in March, Brayden Keller sat on a bench at Carrowell Park for one hour with no phone.
He wasn’t allowed to talk to Eli. He wasn’t allowed to approach him. He wasn’t allowed to apologize, which I think bothered him more than anything, because an apology would have let him leave.
He just had to watch my son have a regular day.
Eli went down the slide forty times. He laughed at the sound the bolts make. He lined up eleven acorns on the picnic table and then knocked them off on purpose and thought that was the funniest thing in the history of the world. He fell and skinned his knee and came to me and let me fix it and went back out.
A nine-year-old boy. Not a clip. A boy.
