When we moved the climbing club to the "ghetto", we wanted good relations with the young kids there, and a few times we hired a portable climbing tower and invited the kids to try climbing. Some of them turned to be real talents, including one about 14-year old Eyman, who was amazing. After we finished for the day, I noticed that my laser pointer, which I carry on my harness, was gone, and I remembered that Eyman had been very interested in it. I knew that he frequented a youth centre nearby and I knew the adults there, so next day I talked to them, and they talked to Eyman and a day or so later I got the laser pointer back. The lady also told me that Eyman had enthused in the centre about me, an "old man who climbs like a monkey". So all was forgiven. He never followed up on the climbing, unfortunately.
I saw a group of boys coming away from a nature centre down at the lake, carrying a thick rope that clearly was not theirs, so I had a talk with them. At one point I said to them, "We foreigners have to behave outselves". They loooked up sharply and one of them asked "Are you a muslim?" I was not, and we started talking about religions.
A couple of Somalian boys, about 12, had a bike that was probably not theirs, and one of them was about to go down a steep road. I could see that the bike did not have good brakes, so I said to him, watch out because down there there is a cross road, and there might be cars. He looked up and politely said "Thank you for telling me that". Nice rascal boy.