Observing Youth

So as I got lost downtown between govt center and the north end, i stopped to rest at a public opening. Synchronized spurts of water shot up from the ground as 15 children cooled off in the fountains. It was pretty cool to watch and hang out for a minute. As i observed the children play I couldnt help but notice one kid in particular who was comfortably onlooking the rest from a small distance away. I targeted him because he reminded me of myself. I could tell he was up to something. He waited and waited and in my opinion was memorizing the patterns of spurts of water. I say this because when the fountains were off he made his way over to the one fountain that he knew would shoot next. He put his foot half way over the jet and shot a smaller kid until the kid couldnt take it anymore. He smilied and I doubt he knew anyone was looking. I smiled. But then something more happened. He removed his foot halfway from the jet as the water took some time to recover its propulsion. He looked around. Then out of nowhere he was blasted with a huge stream right to his face and he fell backwards onto his butt. This is where I died laughing. I had to get up and move before everyone thought I was crazy. I thought it was so funny because I would do the same thing, just to be an asshole. And not only that I would have paid the same consequence.

I think the kids were all in the fountain to have fun. But I think this kids fun was dominating others having fun. I know because its exactly what I would have done. He laughs when he has control. He pays for it when his assumptuous certainty dies. The question is.. at ten years old what could he possibly make of this sequence of events?