Chalk Drawings not in Caves

I drove into work this Monday, a little sleepy as I usually am at 7AM, regardless of the day of the week. It was a pretty nice weekend, so I imagine the kids in the neighborhood by my office would have been out and about all weekend. Playing kids games, enjoying the sun. Now, I should say that the “neighborhood” by my office is really just a trailer park, and a small, dilapidated one at that. There are a few older people, but mostly there are families with small children. And by that I mean, there are like 9 kids per adult. I digress.

It is not unusual for my to walk to my car after work and see some kids using a part of my automobile as some kind of protection during a game of “guns”, or to see them running around it in circles chasing each other. No biggie. They aren’t hurting me any, so I say play on. You want to play guns, well gun-it-up then!

I get out of my car and see that the kids have been playing in our parking lot all weekend, making chalk drawings on the pavement. There are all sorts of drawings and patterns, various scribbles, and a few swear words. Okay. Kinda funny. I mean, if I were a parent I don’t know if I’d be sending my kids to play in the warehouse parking lot across the street, but I can live with it since they aren’t my kids.

The part that gets me though is that right in the middle of the parking lot there are like 5 outlines of human bodies. Like the dead body chalk outlines at a crime scene. And the kids were incredibly detailed. There was little chalk-blood dripping out of the bodies. And there was a chalk-gun beside one of them.

I am hoping they were playing a game of CSI Miami, but I’m thinking they were just drawing what they’ve seen.

That causes me to be at once sad, and laughing.