I am watching a girl and a boy play on the hotel terrace. As far as I can tell, they are not related. They are of approximately the same age—between seven and eight. He is kneeling and aiming his imaginary bow and arrow at an imaginary target. She is carelessly leaning on his shoulder and spoiling his aim. After a while, he pushes her away, but she returns a moment later. This repeats a few times. He keeps aiming his bow and arrow, and she keeps spoiling his aim. How early life begins for real!