“try and catch me!”

I was walking in Central Park at 11 a.m. today.

A blustery day.

There was a girl about age 8 or 9 running with head down and long blonde hair blowing in the wind, on the pathway leading to the Fifth Avenue and 69th Street exit, shouting over and over again in a high pitched voice to her father, who was walking a few paces behind: “try and catch me!”