If you really want to know about it people don't change and since the very first time, ages ago, when read the book, I knew I was Holden Caulfield. The very reason I became "a catcher in the rye" -in my own terms teacher- has been because of my inner need to catch kids before "falling" off the crazy cliff... I like it when somebody gets excited about something, I have one of those loud stupid laughs and if I ever sat behind me at a cinema I'd probably lean over and tell myself to shut up, I love certain things staying the way they are, I know that people never notice anything and always clap for the wrong reasons, I hate phonies, whereas passing puddles in the street filled with gasoline rainbows in them feels swell. That kind of crazy afternoons, terifically cold, and no sun out or anything is exactly what my winter soul feels like, I believe that if you do something good and you don't watch you start showing off and then you're not as good anymore.
Finally, the big question: where do the ducks go when the lagoon gets all icy and frozen over? Does some guy come in a truck and takes them away to a zoo or do they just fly away?