Solitary parade

kids and wagons I’ve never sat alone at a parade before.  No one else at home wanted to go to the community parade, but I needed to get out of the house.  And I had a blast.  I heckled several of the floats–good-naturedly–and got several good-natured responses.  I also made out like a bandit with the candy: no competition, and most of the candy givers felt sorry for me sitting alone.  One preschooler riding a wagon in the parade got off his ride, walked over to me, and solemnly handed me a small container of playdough.  I must have looked like I needed playdough, I guess.  I was oddly touched by the gesture.

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