I remember when I was kid, playing “Guns,” playing “Cops and Robbers” — even playing “Cowboys and Indians.” We took turns and played both sides. I first photographed these young men in street portrait of three. I was filming something else. and one of them noticed the camera. As is often the case, when young people see the camera, they’ll ask to be photographed. After a positive engagement, with the exception of the youngest of the three flipping-off my camera during the portrait, I asked if they were staying out of trouble. The youngest of the three said, “Yes, sir. We’re good kids.” Although, they crossed the street in the middle of the block, dressed in almost all black and had face coverings, all signs pointed to these kids being pretty good kids. They were respectful. They were polite. After the portrait, the youngest of the three insisted I take a photo of him pretending to lie dead on the sidewalk. the others noticed what he was doing, and they joined in the fun. Aware of the current environment, this moment stayed with me. I wondered what would happen to these boys as they became young men, as they become men. Would they become victims of gun violence? Would they become perpetrators of gun violence? I f I see them on the street in a few years, would they remember this moment? Would they engage in a positive way? Would they be respectful and polite?