On Where the Wild Things Are

Later in Life.

As we get older, the carelessness of our childhood (in which stuffed animals accompanied us to the grocerystore / doctorsoffice / kindergarten and looking both ways before we crossed was literally/unheard/of) is quickly replaced with Fear and Loathing for the unpredictable. As adults, we double check locks, stand on the traffic-less curbs, and cringe at the prospect of staying up past bedtime. Until our birthdays come around, which we use as opportunities to regress, adult-style, to our uninhibited pasts by bungee jumping off cliffs in far/away/places, wearing silly birthday hats in front of Perfect Strangers, and annihilating wrapping paper with the gusto of the 60's/70's/80's/90's(?). But only for 24-hours, after which we return to the calculated path of precaution and prospect. Enjoy!