Fearful of the sound grenades, I hid behind a rock for the last quarter of the demonstration, but emerged periodically to follow around a 5 year old who kept a handful of stones behind his back. I grabbed the brim of his hat each time I saw his hands filled with rocks and let him go only as he dropped them. It seemed as though the adults in the group were scolding the kids, the stones were too provocative for a non-violent protest. One (accidentally) hit the flute-playing Israeli peacenik, who yelled back at the crowd.