There is a child in us all. A wanderer, a wonderer, a clean slate for something and somewhere new, eager to venture out into the abyss to see, touch, smell, hear that which is foreign to it. Allow that child to stay alive, make and keep memories of all sorts. Resist the seeming normalcy in keeping it put in a bubble. That would be a disservice to it’s bright imagination and boundless ability to belong. Anywhere.