I was born in a magical land called the Suburbs. With rows of hedge trimmed houses, mowed lawns, and a rusty blue Pontiac station wagon in the driveway. Not a remarkable neighborhood by any means, but within these streets of sameness grew my imagination. There no boundaries existed. An old cardboard refrigerator box in the backyard could take me anywhere; transformed into a mighty sailboat tossed about the seas fury landing on savage uncharted islands or an Ion Blaster 5 space ship exploring some strange Nebula. I now work as a graphic designer in San Francisco and still love to think outside the refrigerator box.