My father took John to the park a few days ago and John kept running out onto the tennis court. There was a man playing tennis with his son--I think they may be Ethiopian--and he gave John a tennis ball to get him to stop interrupting their game.
Yesterday evening, Kristi and I took John to the park after dinner and saw the same man playing with his son. "Was this boy here the other day with his grandfather?" We told him he was. The man gave John another tennis ball. (After a few minutes, John threw the ball back onto the court and I darted after it and barely missed getting hit by a ball the man's son just hit.)
Yesterday before dinner, a girl let John play with her basketball: once he saw it he lost all interest in his little inflated rubber ball.
Today, Kristi took John to the park and a nine-year old boy showed John how to catch and throw. There are a lot of friendly people at that park...and not a few of them are willing to share or give away their balls.
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