The Blond Boy

I am walking on the bridge with my family and see another family. I recognize the youngest child but I’m not sure how. It cuts to me and a bunch of girls making something on a small hill. I got up the hill and it’s already built and I swing from it. A boy says “don’t hurt yourself” and I said “I might” I then go under a bar (like the ones you would hang from) and start running with laughter and a smile as the boy chases me, he is blond with brown eyes. He catches me and then we hear a older man reminds everyone in a stern what seemed like almost annoyed way that there is no physical context with the other gender. Since I was an outsider, aswell as my brother, we were asked to leave. I said I would but then looked back at the boy and we both smiled. I could tell I was going to be back or even not leave. But the dream ended.