What struck me most was a little girl in her stroller. As she was pushed along, she sat smiling, and clapping her hands. I wondered what instinct is activated that inspires us to clap. Is it that we must share the joy with ourselves, or that the noise gives something back? She was wearing mittens so it was a quiet clap that still rings in my heart.
Now I check out the origin of clapping, and learn that primates don't clap unless they are taught to do so, and yet this little girl seemed the epitome of joy. Was she taught to clap, or did her clapping just erupt, spontaneous in appreciation of participating in such a day?
