The sight of this little boy walking ahead of me up the Comeragh Mountains here in Co. Waterford made me wonder how childhood Sundays could vary so dramatically across the globe.
This little guy was with his parents and baby sister. He had fallen in love with a rock and wanted to bring it home to keep forever and ever. His parents tried to persuade him to leave it with all the other rocks or even to hide it so that he could see it the next time they visited. But he was determined to carry it all the way back to the car.
He was an energetic, bubbly kid and the family seemed really happy as they made their way back to their car with a now empty picnic basket.
What a contrast to the thousands of children walking ~ fleeing ~ war torn places like Syria on this September Sunday.
If only, if only, all the children of the world could have the safety, security and innocence of this little boy up on the mountains.