When I was a kid I would take a cardboard box, decorate it to look like a car, and then have my older brother and sister whip me around a tile or hardwood floor. When you’re 5 or 6 years old, you’re small enough to fit in a box, and once you get moving and your imagination kicks in, 2mph feels like 50mph. When that box wasn’t a race car, it turned into a fort, a trap for stuffed animals or a table for a lunch of PB&J and chocolate milk or even a place to play Go Fish. The saddest day was at the end of summer break when it was time to retire the torn and banged […]