I haven’t grown up yet, so I guess I never will. The neat thing is that everyone thinks I have, because I run a household, a burgeoning family, and have done my share of volunteering while holding my place in society in a dignified manner. No one guesses that I have an incongruous and irreverent sense of humor and a wild and playful imagination. How do I preserve the external impression? By expressing my internal quirks of personality writing stories for children. Only kids can appreciate a good fart when it’s essential. And where do I collect my ideas? From all of you and you and maybe even YOU! So watch out when you tell your tales of woe; there might be an author with a sense of humor and a retentive memory listening. This activity eases stress, too! It works for me!