These two boys were trying to remove the stone plate from the hole on the quay at Vaiare, Moorea. Watching them while waiting for the ferry it brought back memories of my chilhood in Germany. We were dressed like this also, except we wore no flip-flops. We were running around barefoot from March-April until September, weather permitting. We had no TV, no radio, and no store-bought toys, but we were never bored. We depended on each other for entertainment and used the seasons to provide useable resources. I am sure that the numerous older women, widows from WWII, that lurked behind their curtains watching us every day, often asked themselves the same question, 'Up to no Good?' Many times they reported our misdeeds to our parents along with the complaints. Thinking back now, my parents were pretty cool. They normally knew the complainant, analysed past experiences with them, considered the fresh complaint, gave us the appropriated counselling, and the next day we were back out there doing either the same or similar deeds. The trick we learned from the complaints, stay out of sight of the spies, if possible. Those were the times, never bored, and lean and mean. No fast food. This picture was taken on 14 August 2009. Thank you for viewing, commenting, and favs, Sig...