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Saturday, December 3, 2005

Hikaru.... age 6

Once, when no one was looking, Hikaru snuck out and went down to the seaside. He wanted to watch the fishing boats. He sat on the shore just watching. Watching everything – the boats, the fishermen, the birds flying overhead.

Of course, Hikaru’s father and Takeda-sensei were angry with him once they found him, but he did not think he had done anything wrong. “The boats, father, I watch the boats,” he said.

“Yes, Hikaru,” his father replied, “I know you like to be outside and watch the boats, but you are still a small boy and should not be out alone. What if you fell into the sea? Who would rescue you?”

Hikaru looked at his father and said with all sincerity, “The fisherman would catch me in his net and sell me as a fish! They told me so.”

Yoshihiro could not stay angry at a line such as that. “That may be, my little beam of light,” he said with a smile, “but I would have to pay to have you back, and I would rather pay to be rid of you!”

Laughing, he picked the boy up and set him on his shoulders. “Now we must return home. You were to have your lessons hours ago, and Takeda-sensei is in a bad mood because of you.”

“Yes, Father,” Hikaru said from his perch. “I’m sorry.”

So they went, father and son, up the hill into town, back to the dojo.
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