He was always laughing, playful, active, enthusiastic. He was like warm, radiant life itself, which is an incredible image to have of God.
Well, after a time, word of the miracles made its way to Kamsa, and he realized who this Krishna must be. So he came up with a plot. He planned a big festival, and he invited Krishna to attend. And at the festival there was a huge wrestler, who challenged little Krishna—little twelve-year-old Krishna—to a wrestling match. Krishna, of course, accepted the challenge, and killed the wrestler with no difficulty. Then he leaped up into the stands. He grabbed hold of his uncle and said, “Your time has come, too!” and he threw him down to the ground and killed him. He released Kamsa’s father from prison, and made him king again.
But at that point Krishna had shown his hand. I mean, you just couldn’t think of him any longer as “that little boy from down the street