go back to doing what i use to do, playing out in the front yard with my friends. Ahh, gun fights with super soakers, king of the hill on the suspicious mound of clumps of dirt and grass, wrestling matches of all verses one. Biking! drag racing by shooting bottle rockets down the street. (seriously we laid them down on the pavement and lit them. not our brightest moment). Course it probably would be less cute now considering that I'm 27 years old.