One of my earliest memories is being stuffed in a canvas bag and shoved in the closet with the vacuum cleaner. The weird part is, I loved it. By nine, I imagined a club made up of the alpha boys at my school. I knew I liked getting pushed and bossed around and getting locked in storage.
Well, that was a while ago now, but shouldn't adults get play time too? If you'd like to play with me and live in Southern Ontario or Western New York, please leave a message.