The boat with the two boys came into the lagoon through a narrow opening in the reef. After battling the current, it looked like the two were in no mood for swim. At 78°, it was July and the cold season in these parts. With slow steady strokes, and with great balance and dexterity, they made it to the beach without tipping over. They called out to each other every now and then, and you could hear their laughter over the distant sound of waves crashing on the reef. The simplicity of island life.