Someone once said that, by the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong.
We were splashing around with the boy when we had a shriek from behind. Stopping in our tracks, we saw Juno in a sprint before I saw all the women give chase.
"Oh, no... She is angry. I better run." Before I could figure out what was going on, the boy was already in the sand making a run for it.
Even I felt that something wasn't right. Something was definitely off.
When Juno was only two meters away, she performed a round flying kick as she aimed at my face.
Wow!
For a child to do that, meant that she was very talented. Her actions looked like they were in slow motion in my eyes. But at the same time, I had a feeling to let her actually kick me.
