Sam, who's ten, and I hung out all afternoon yesterday. It started when he appeared on the roof with a plastic bag kite he made and I climbed up to join him. When that got old with the fickle gusts of wind not giving lift to the thing, he got out his telescope and we tried to spy on the neighbours for a few minutes. At least, I did, unsuccessfully. Then he smashed old cow patties while I scouted for more, we raced to the fence, rolled down the hill, looked for poisonous beetles in the tree bark, and climbed a tree plotting where to put mattresses in the branches to sleep in it.