So I'm going about my playground supervisory business when I see a young boy, a first grader named Charlie I believe, pick up something in the grass. I approached him to try and see what it was and decided quite quickly that it was not something he should have and the ensuing dialogue below began.
"Charlie, that's garbage and I'd like you to go throw it in the trash or put it back in the grass where you got it."
"Why, it's mine," he replies as he looks up at me with great concern in his face and proceeds to put the item in his pocket and walk away.
I walk quickly after him..."I understand that you found it and want to keep it, but it's dirty and I don't want you to get germs so you can either throw it away or, I tell you what, I'll even let you throw it over the fence."
Charlie doesn't reply this time and as I step closer he is poised ready to run.
I stand firm with my original request "Charlie you need to listen to me and put that back on the ground right now."
Charlie's eyes well up and as the first tear runs down his face he studders with "Bu-bu-but, it's treasure, my treasure." After which he throws it to the ground and runs away crying.
I never would have guessed that anyone could find so much value in a tampon applicator they found on the playground.
