When I look back on my childhood, I realize that despite some rough spots I had a pretty great one. I learned how to jump a fence (if it was small enough), catch a toad, and create whole worlds using just my imagination and the wild grass. My fondest memories from that time aren’t from movies, tv, or videogames. The memories I cherish are of the adventures I had (I hated playing house or worse, school). Of running barefoot on a gravel road, playing with my shadow in the moonlight, watching the stars and having an awesome outdoor cat who always brought the grossest surprises.