To get to the parking lot from Warwick Castle, you walk a quiet footpath enclosed in green and the occasional peacock. Walking this path, we were following two little English boys of about seven years old. They walked close together, obviously with the sense that they were the only people in the world.
“I don’t care about anything,” one said. “Do you?”
“I care about some things,” the other said, after a moment’s thought. “I care about you.”
They will both forget this conversation, and the men they grow up to be will forget they were once these boys, but I will remember.
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