When I was a kid, on the day after Thanksgiving my mom and dad would take me to Chicago to see the Christmas lights and decorations on Michigan Avenue. I felt like a grown up in the bustling big city, bumping into ladies in high-heeled boots and fur coats, and men carrying stacks of big department store boxes and fancy-looking shopping bags.
I can't remember when it happened to me, but somewhere along the twisted line that is my life, I lost the ability to find enjoyment in the things I see everyday. I forgot how to see beauty in the plainer things and excitement in the mundane. I am truly a child of my generation: I need to be entertained.
When I was a little Dani, about four or five years old, my father invented a character called, the Tickle Monster, long before Josie Bissett's, Tickle Monster Laughter Kit, which included cuddly tickling mitts. I'm not sure why you would need a kit to tickle someone, but whatever. My dad was the original.