7 years old. You see smoke, don't trust it, and want to go and investigate. You get on your bike and say; Dad, I see smoke and I can smell fire too. I'm going to look. "Wait," I say, "put on your shoes," and I follow him as he nearly disappears out of sight on his bike. Unfortunately, he was right. A couple of imbeciles had put the coals from a barbecue into two bins... scattering the rubbish in the surrounding area. Together with a walker, we put out the bins. It's a shame there are such imbeciles. It's cool to arrange your own barbecue in such a lovely spot. Stupid to treat it like that. Luckily, there is still hope for the future. Top job, NYC. My hero.