There's something magical about the late summer/early fall crossover in Alaska. You'll be in a park, walking through a forest, throwing a ball for your dog or chatting with a companion, and all of a sudden something will catch your eye. Your first instinct is to brush it off -- no, you couldn't possibly have seen that! But as you continue on your stroll it happens again and again, and finally you can't ignore it. You approach it, and all of a sudden, your entire childhood comes rushing back. You hear an infectious tune ephorically bopping across twenty years, you have the sudden urge to jump on a turtle and smash bricks with your head, and you know, just know, that if you try to eat the thing you're staring so hard at, you'll instantly grow very, very tall.
Looks like those wacky video game designers were on to something after all.
