Did I miss something in my childhood? Is there any particular reason that I, at the ripe age of 23, love arts & crafts? At 15 you couldn’t pay me to walk into Michaels, but today when I go there I feel like I’m in heaven.

The other morning I went to the park in my neighborhood and played on the swings. I often yearn to be back at camp, on my bunk, just chatting with friends. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a grown-up, but there’s just something about being a kid that would be so fun right about now.

I better get to work, before the boss catches me and The Man brings me down.