When I was a kid we had walkie-talkies. Maybe this explains why, although I have a cell phone, I don't walk around with it yaking away. We used to build tree forts way up high and make up all sorts of stories to pass the summer away. I suppose that's why I'm good with a hammer and nails. My feet are firmly planted on the ground too.
There seems to be a timeline missing today. Seems only God knows how many adults skipped right over many of the fun things they should have experienced, and now are acting them out. Terrorists come to mind.
The stakes are higher and the allowances they get are huge. I suppose if given a choice between holding down a job or joining a gang and making up secret plans, the adult who is missing those childhood memories will grab the latter.
So I say instead of sending captured terrorist to jail how about we give them hammers and nails and blueprints to build tree houses? We could even supply them with dresser drawers that have a bottom drawer large enough for all their socks and underwear and girlie books. Probably wouldn't hurt to let them have fireworks. You know, just to get it out of their systems before they "grow up" and do some real harm.