A Day...

Sitting in the park watching the guys play basketball, with the footballers behind me, makes me think, that in the few short years there has been since I turned twelve, life hasn't changed so much. The boys still including new people into their games and the immediate acceptance that come with it.

This is what life should be, the barbeques in the park, picnics and family games and good moods with smiles from strangers. Why is it these moments only happen on days like this? Days of unexpected sun and last minute plans. Why cant this feeling of benevolence and lack of prejudice and judgement be apparent throughout the year?

Why are people so naturally hostile?