Three little kids ran past.
They were having a race.
As the three tiny racers neared the corner, the little girl, wearing cuffed jeans and a black and white striped varsity-styled jacket, fell. She jumped up, brushed her hands off and stood still. And silent. The two boys beckoned her to go back and start the race again.
And so the race began again. She ran strong only hesitating near the corner, the finish line. When she reached it she put her hands up in the air like the victor and then out perpendicular to her sides like a crossing guard. The earlier fall transforming her into a guardian of safety.