I was on my daily walk today to the local waterfront park. I entrance I take to the park allows me to get into the park via an elevated walkway that passes over the children’s playground in the park.
As I walking over the playground area, I saw a flash of movement. When I looked down, I saw a small, tiny human rolling down the bank of a sloped portion of the playground. From the top of this hill to the bottom was about six feet at least, probably seven feet, and it was fairly steep incline. This tiny baby was not in control of their body and should not have been rolling down this large hill. I was shocked to see this. It was so bad that a man who was having lunch near the bottom of the hill rushed over to pick the baby up.
When he did so, I could see this child was probably not even a year old. I can remember when my niece was one and she was bigger than this baby. If I had to guess, the kid was about eight months old. At the top of the hill was this older man, who was scrambling to get down the hill. He made it down to take the baby from the kind man and at the same time, an older lady had made her way over to the baby as well.
It was clear these two older folks were the grandparents of this unfortunate baby. The grandfather had somehow lost control of his grandkid and allowed it to roll down the hill. By this time, the child was crying but not too badly. The grandparents quickly made their way out of the area, with crying baby.
I try not to judge parents and grandparents because kids are tricky but watching this man lose control of his grandkid, a mere baby, and have it roll down a large hill was crazy. I am sure the child is fine now but I wonder if he told the parents later today.