This is a film of maturity and maturing. The babies that play the leading role grow up into children, leaving their mother’s breast, walking alone, and in some way, we also see how their games also grow, from the toy tractor at an early age to games in the midst of nature, when a river and a board are enough to practice the invention of the world.  A boy smiling with his new wellington boots: the happiness of rubber. A girl hiding behind the curtain: the utmost graduation of playing. In this dance of relations, Margaret Tait offers us 20 minutes of human progression and glory in a film conceived as a letter that tenderly locks away Time.