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It was a warm, sunny, Saturday afternoon some fifteen or sixteen years ago. I had volunteered to take my two older kids to the local playground while my wife put the youngest down for a nap. As soon as we got there my daughter headed for the swings and asked for a push. As I was helping my daughter to go higher and higher, I noticed another little girl trying in vain to get her own swing going. Her elderly grandmother was sitting quietly on a nearby bench and smiled at me. 那是十五六年前一个温暖明媚的周六下午。我的妻子在哄着小儿子午睡，我则主动带着两个大点儿的孩子到附近的操场上玩。一到那里，女儿就奔向秋千，要我推着她荡秋千。正当我帮着女儿把秋千荡得越来越高时，我注意到另外一个小女孩，她正试图把自己的秋千荡起来，却失败了。而她的老祖母则安静地坐在附近的一条长凳上，向我微笑。 I gave my daughter one big push and then walked over to the little girl and asked if she could use a push too. She smiled and said Yes! I soon had her feet soaring towards the clouds while she laughed happily. For the next two hours I found myself pushing swings and playing tag with my son, daughter, and the other little girl. By the time we headed home, I was physically exhausted, but my spirits was still flying higher than those swings. 我大力地推了一把女儿的秋千后，便走到了小女孩那里，问她需不需要我推一把。她微笑着说：好啊!我很快就让她的双脚冲向天上的云朵，她快乐地大笑起来。在接下来的两个小时里，我和儿子、女儿，还有那个小女孩，一起荡秋千、捉迷藏。等到要回家的时候，我已经筋疲力尽了，但我的心情却比秋千飞得还要高。 | 
