People often teased me because I had never been to Disney or brought my children. I never had the desire and still recall the scene in "Book of Daniel" by Doctorow where he enters a plastic world like a reverse birth. So here I sat in a playground with perfectly clean sand and perfect flowers in perfect pots. Everything was too plastic, too replica (can I use that as an adjective???). I hated it. In the midst of my arrogance, I spotted a butterfly on one of the planters nearby. I thought the butterfly was plastic until it flew off and then landed a few inches away. It was real and beautiful and NOT plastic. What a relief.