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I strayed into Central Park one Saturday afternoon, just as winter was turning into spring, and watched as this little girl's father bought her balloons and tied them to her wrist. Then she caught sight of ducks in the pond and ran to watch. I remembered my own childhood days feeding ducks bread at the local pond with my Dad. When I left the park an hour later, she was racing ahead on the path, and her father had the balloons.