Date: one day in April 1982.

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Mat was in the park. He was resting. A while ago he had helped clean up the park with the neighbors, and now he was resting in the park.

He was watching people walking through the park, seeing children playing happily, couples strolling, families getting together, things like that. Seeing that brought him peace.

At that, he noticed something. It was in the playground. He saw that there were children gathered there. Some older than others. It looked like the big ones (about 9 years old) had taken the space from the little ones (about 6).

There were no adults around. The children were alone. When one of the little ones wanted to get closer, one of the older children knocked him down.

Because of this, Mathias decided to intervene.

"Hey, are you all right?" Mat said to the boy, as soon as he arrived, and helped him up.

"Y-yes."

"I see."

Mat said, and then turned to the older children, who were leaving to play.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"Hmm?" said one.

"Ah, it's Mathias," said another boy, an old one.

"They won't let us play..." said a little girl.

"It's just that we got here first," said a boy who seemed to be the oldest. "The place is ours."

"That's not fair!" claimed the boy who was knocked down. "We want to play too!"

"But we got here first," said an older girl.

"Ah... I see..." Mat thought.

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"Hey, hey." Mat said, getting their attention. "What if...?"

"Shut up, Mat. We don't want you here," said the oldest kid.

"Ah... I see." he said. "I'm-I'm going to ignore that..."

The boy gave him an ugly look. And yes, Mat was somewhat known in the village. This because he used to help various people and participate in community work from time to time.

"And well. Let me understand." Mat told them. "You guys don't let them play because you came early."

"That's right," said another older boy.

"But that's not...!" the little girl wanted to say, but Mat silenced her with a gesture. That of putting his index finger in front of his lips and saying, "Shh."

"Let me handle this, I'll figure it out." Mat said. "Then... I still don't get it. They want to play too, so why not let them join in?"

"Mathias, it's just that they're too small. It's not the same," said the older boy.

"I see." he said. "But still, the playground is big. So, if you're going to play, then let the little ones play on one of the other games. And if they get bored with one, they move on to another, and so on."

"...," the big girl, thoughtfully.

"That's..." said another older girl.

"That's right," said the older boy. "It's not like we're going to play in ALL the games."

After that, he walked over to the boy he knocked down.

"...Sorry for hurting you." And added, now speaking to the others. "It's okay, you can play in the other games."

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah," said the boy.

"Yay!" exclaimed all the little children.

And so, all the children played, sharing the play space. And in the end, all the children played together, and nothing bad happened to them. After that, Mat went back to the bench, to continue resting and keeping an eye on the children in case something happened. The resolution was quite simple, and a bit silly, but... They were children, it was to be expected.

And so, when it started to get dark, everyone went home, including Mat.

The thing is, from that day on, sometimes Mat would meet those kids and play with them.