When we were kids, we could build a world around us with our minds, using what we had. As we grew up, we would see that world slowly crumble beneath our feat, revealing what we see when we "grow up." But some of it lingers on through life. So folks, what part(s) of your childhood have you carried on into maturity? For instance, I still have a wild imagination. I was messing with this wrench piece doodad, and thought wow, way back in the day, this would make a great spaceship. And thus I waved around a bit, made some noises, and saw it for what it really was - a fucking spaceship. I was also high. Go.