I was born in a magical land called The Suburbs. Rows of hedge-trimmed houses, mowed lawns, and a rusty Pontiac station wagon in the driveway. Not a remarkable neighborhood by any means, but along those streets of sameness grew my imagination. There, no boundaries exist; an old cardboard refrigerator box in the backyard could take me anywhere: the captain of a mighty tall ship being tossed about the sea’s fury, wrecking on a savage uncharted island, or a commander of an Ion Blaster 5 spaceship exploring the strange Boomerang Nebula. I am now a graphic designer living in San Francisco and still love to think outside the refrigerator box.