I took this photo sometime in 1976, in my front yard as the sun was setting. I lived in "the round house" on the beach, behind the Peace Corps compound in Monrovia. The children were my neighbors who spent many hours sitting in my living room pouring over my picture books and playing checkers. Their parents fished for a living and sold their catch at a small stand on the road into town. For a nickel, the boys would climb the coconut trees surrounding our homes and deliver husked, opened coconut ready to eat.