On my walk home yesterday evening, I realized that I hadn't given a complete picture of the theft of my hat. The boy who took the hat couldn't have been more than 10 years old. I think for a split second I considered running after him and trying to get it back, as I would have if one of my nephews of the same age had snatched a hat from my head. As the boy ran away with the hat, he looked back over his shoulder as if it was just a game. His face had a playful look. However, the cost of this game is no less than his very life.