"For the past few years I have been contemplating the idea of childhood creativity and the internal battle, that is experienced by so many of us, to stay in touch with our youth. I had begun to notice that many of the people in my life, including myself, were letting their imagination age along with their bodies. People I had once known to be optimistic, creative, fun, energetic, enthusiastic, youthful and carefree, had begun to succumb to the stresses that develop as we near adulthood. Where do we draw the line? How much stress do we let into our lives? How much of it do we let alter our personalities? Are we supposed to throw away our youth when we reach a certain age? Children after all are the only people who truly believe they can do ANYTHING; and they do. They turn dinner-tables into drum-sets, trees into skyscrapers, brooms into guitars, bikes into airplanes, and a bucket of leaves and water into a witches brew. What is the age limit at which it becomes unacceptable to climb a tree, or to draw a picture on our bedroom wall? I say, there is none."