The first weekend of quarantine, my daughters took sidewalk chalk, made a hopscotch board in our building’s courtyard, and spent over an hour in blustery March weather jumping with glee, their hair whipping in the wind. Over the last few months, they have climbed on rocks and around jagged fences in abandoned parks; built hospitals for their ailing American Girl dolls, Blaire and Nanea, who were struck down by a mysterious illness that kept them in bed for weeks; and chucked a whole lot of rocks into a lake.