It was a hot summer day twelve years ago. We were in Central Park at the Conservatory Water. My six-year-old daughter Gillian was sitting on my shoulders. Standing next to us was a mother whose son was piloting a remote-controlled sailboat. The mother looked up at Gillian and said, “My, aren’t you tall!” A diffident Gillian leaned over and as if she were telling a secret whispered to her, “This isn’t all me.”