We walked along the pond, me, Bryan, Kim, and Tara. It was back when I liked Tara—when I still thought she might like me—but before Bryan and Kim started making out at parties. With our shadows getting longer, I suggested heading down to the pond on our way out of the park just to prolong the afternoon. Everyone seemed pleased when we came across a young hip family—the mother and father both covered in tattoos—feeding some geese in the water. The birds were very active, nipping at the Cheerios that the baby tossed to them. One of the geese even stood up on a rock and wiggled its butt, flicking water from its feathers. Mother and child laughed at this,