If there is one thing that has made me feel like I’m actually growing up it is the loss of my campfire. My friends and I’s thing to gather around, our thing to bring us together. Looking back on my life I can easily point out those things growing up. I think it started with big wheels. From there comics, video games, RPGs, and Magic The Gathering. Then in the end of middle school and in high school it became music, and playing in a band. Heck I can recall many times that we would gather at our friend’s house to practice and ended up just hanging out in the backyard on a dilapidated couch that resided there.