'ICH HEIBE MARTA!'

SHE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN older than seven. Her flaxen hair danced in the breeze as she clung with both fists to the safety bar of the children's carousel.

It's decades ago now, but I can still feel the friendly, secure atmosphere of that family campground where friends and I were visiting. And I can still see the youngsters in the play area as they asked me to spin the merry-go-round for them. Most riders shrieked with glee as I turned them faster and faster. But the little girl with flaxen hair said nothing. She didn't smile or laugh, and to me she appeared lonely.

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