I had ridden every ride at York Wild Kingdom, eaten a hot dog and a frappe at the Goldenrod, and filled a paper sack with penny candy. The white bag stretched at the seams, and he tucked it under his arm for the walk home. My hand was a little clammy in the humid evening air, but I didn’t dare let go. His big fingers closed around mine, and I felt safe as we walked in the dark. The crickets chirped loudly in the bushes, a sound that was exhilarating to me, an…