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When I was young, my brother and sister and I used to make May baskets for all the houses in the neighborhood to celebrate the May Day. They were incredibly easy to make, and we would get such a thrill out of hanging them on front door knobs, then ringing the bell and running to a hiding spot where we would observe the face of the recipient. It was then I first learned the particular pleasure of anonymous giving. It's been a long time since I even thought about it, but the remembered pleasure is so strong, I think I'll do it with my kids this spring.