There are three adolescents-- two giggly girls and one boy-- hanging out in front of my apartment window. Believe it or not, for someone who doesn't like people, I actually like communal living, in apartment or condo situations. As long as they don't make too much noise, or interact with me in a personal manner, I don't mind having close neighbors, even children or teenagers. Since this is the first time I've ever lived in an apartment on the ground floor, it's the first opportunity I've had to actually view people's outdoor activities at eye level while at home.
Anyway, these kids: I can only assume that today must be a half-day at their middle school (I doubt they're as old as high school), since it was only a little after noon when they started chillaxin' out there. As far as I can tell, they are not doing anything illegal or immoral. They are not ditching school, because I saw the yellow school bus come by on its route to drop them off. I see no cigarettes of any kind, nor bottles of anything but water (okay, sure, it could actually be vodka, but they're not MY kids, so I'll let it pass with the benefit of the doubt). Nope, they're just talking and laughing and enjoying the end of their formative years.
Oops, now they're gone. They might have become uncomfortable with my observation of them; I didn't stare, and my eyes have been almost entirely on my computer monitor, but I'm sure they didn't need a square old grown-up watching them and spoiling their fun. Or maybe they have Big Plans, Things To Do, and the gravel in front of my apartment window was merely their staging area. Strangely enough, now that they've left, I kind of miss them.