Youth

Whatever happened to
Weekends?

The cartoon
Marathons?

I knew every
Pokémon.

Go on,

Try me.


Remember
Scooby-Doo?

The real one,
I mean.

Back when it was
Good.

When they solved
Real mysteries.


Remember that
Glow-Pirate guy?

The black knight?

The Creeper?


And when it was
Over

What did we do?

We imagined
And played.

We didn't have this

Internet.


We didn't need it.


All we needed was
A cardboard box

Or a stick

And the fun was
Endless.


I couldn't write well.

I couldn't act.

I couldn't integrate
Or derive.

I could hardly speak
Clearly.


But I believed.


In monsters.

In perfection.

In immortality.

In hope.

In magic.


Is that what went
Wrong?

Belief is a
Wonderful,
Wonderful thing.


We abandoned it.


Calvin is no longer
Real.

But once?

Even Hobbes was
Alive.

And he was
Your friend.


No matter what.


They're all still there.

They'll wait
Forever.


Find them again.

Create

Without worrying about what
Anyone
Would say.

Pick up that stick.

Open the box.

Find a world to
Explore.

Find the lost magic.


Believe.