There was barely any children there playing at the park, probably because we went on a week day. There were several people taking photos. A few of them asked to take pictures of the kids, others just did it. I don't mind at all. It was really picture perfect.
The only thing that weirded me out was a man was following Beatrix around, taking a picture here and there. It wasn't that weird until I heard him calling her by name. We were about an hour away from home and I doubted she would tell someone her name, and even if she did it would have been two quiet and hard for anyone to understand her. Then I asked Scareltt if she told him Beatrix's name, because she was with them. She said she didn't either and had no idea why he knew her name. I went up to the man and he told me that his child went to her school and just graduated a couple of weeks ago. So I guess it makes sense that he knew her name. Although I did not even recognize his child. I guess that is what happens when you are the only person with blonde hair at your school.
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