I flew past the red brick firehouse and the emerald green golf course, past the train tracks and the old gas station. I looked down at all of the people below. Some of them looked up at me and waved. I saw a clump of trees ahead and aimed at them, landing in a cool, grassy field. It was Claire Park, a family park on the outskirts of town. I landed and walked around on the ground, watching the children there.