"Years and years ago. I think I was... eight? Maybe?" Parker stood and followed him down the sidewalk to the Park. The trees were just starting to really flower, dogwood and maple and ash. "Both of my parents took me to the Washington Monument to fly a kite. There were hundreds of other kids there, I think it was a festival of some kind." She looked over the park, and said, "We really need a hill to get it going, but I think we'll do okay with what we've got."