I was about six… Whoosh! The gravel fell to the street like hard-edged raindrops and dirt settled in a cloud of dust. The boys were playing at the edge of their yard in the gravel and dirt left on the curb by summer rains. Passing cars added to the laughter of the games when they caught the showering gravel and sped off down the residential street.
Mom was working in the house, and the game continued for quite some time without adult supervision. Until a car that had just been showered pulled over to the side of the street. A well-dressed man emerged from the car and walked back to where the boys were standing.