Told by the storytellers of St. Teresa's in Manchester
They kind of look like twins, they're at the beach.
Their names are Billy and David.
It looks like they're gonna have a fight.
They're smiling; they're showing off for the boys in back of them.
They're egging them on.
They were throwing sand at them.
There's a pitcher and a catcher. It looks like a swimming pool.
Their families are there; they're ignoring them. They say "Boys will be boys."
Who's gonna take the first shot? The little one - that's David.
Neither one will win - one of them in the back is gonna throw sand at them.
They're feeling silly. Maybe they're faking it for the boys in the back.
They're saying "I'll end this!" and they're picking up sand.
The one that looks like a monkey is causing all the trouble.
They are at Hampton Beach - it's summer, maybe July.
It is hot and humid - it's about 10 o'clock in the morning.
We hear the ocean, seagulls, sand and water.
We hear traffic: there's always traffic at Hampton.
We hear people talking.
We smell fried dough, seaweed (seaweed's nasty!), and Coppertone.
We hear the squeals of kids in the water.
They are there with their friends.
People in the back are just ignoring everything.
They dream of growing up to be boxers.
They think about girls, going for a swim, jumping in the waves, and boogie boarding.
They had Wheaties for breakfast with sugar.
They go home, fall asleep in the car.
They'll be sunburned, but they had fun.
Tomorrow they do the same thing, they go back.
Tomorrow is another day.
Boys will be boys.