It is a rainy day; school is off. The kids are playing, but not playing together; rehearsing a own play to invite their mothers to come and see.
They close the shutters because there has to be special light. They organize popcorn and syrup. They write an invitation card for theirs mums; they even create a form, which has to be personally signed by the invitees.
It is amazing how creative children can be. They give themselves names like Max or Alina instead of Leonard or Ellie.
In the play, they talk to each other as if they were adults.
It is wonderful to be part of this play and even more as spectators.
Time stands still.
Memories of the own childhood pass. It also has been a rainy day.
The three kids laugh and take me back to their play.
In thirty years, this moment will be part of their memories.