I think a little boy enjoys in his pure, innocent world. But it does not show much happiness. I wish the boy jumped up and raised his hands. But then there would be no dilemma. Water gives a symbolic to this photo.
The last childish thing I did. When I run with my pupils, we keep paper windmills, wind in our hair, and watch the power, wind energy. How fast and strong the wind turns the wings of our windmills.