Can be anything, the opening part of Up has me in bits, and while I was out for a walk through the park on Saturday, I came across a bloke on a bike with his little girl, he was fixing one of those pull-along bike things that the little one sits on and pedals. Anyway, it seemed to have come adrift, and she’d come off. The little lass was standing there, in a floaty sort of summer frock, helmet on, clutching her battered teddy, and I asked if they were ok, she turned her arm to show a graze on her elbow, and dirt on her shoulder, and her lower lip was doing that trembly thing, where she was desperately trying not to cry.
She got back on, I told her she’d be ok once daddy cleaned it up, and to keep a tight hold on teddy, which got a little smile, and off they went.
Stupid, I know, but seeing kids upset like that just has me in pieces.