My mother ran a roadrace that finished at the track at Phillips Park. I waited at the finish line with my father behind me, a man with a beard and sunglasses shouted the numbers of the runners that were finishing from across the track.
Mom was approaching the finish line and I thought I'd act like I was going to hug her. I knew I wasn't going to do it, I just said "Mommy!" and ran towards her as she sprinted the last 20 yards.
I would have stop, but the man calling out numbers thought he needed to play hero so he stopped mid-yell and made as if to run and catch me, but to do so he would knock over a runner. He faltered and then stopped while my father reached from behind me to yank me back.