Team-Lads

“Michael, Michael, watch me! Watch!” little Gavin called out, waving his arms excitedly from his place at the top of the jungle gym, feet dangerously close to the edge of the long ladder. Young Michael Jones glanced over from his spot next to Ray in the grass below and up at his friend. He blinked. “Gav, what are you doin’?” he asked, and Ray looked up from patting down some grass carefully around the lone red rose he sat before to stare at the British boy. “That’s the big kid jungle gym! Geoff’ll get mad at you and put you on time out,” he said, clapping the dirt off of his palms to stan