Where flashlights are fireplaces...

Let's discover a land where kisses are anchors. Where grown-ups live in forts made out of bedsheets with rocket ships on them. And flashlights are fireplaces, because cold hearts don't exist. Where children's hearts are never broken. A place where our minds are cracked wide open. Where health food tastes like pie. Or Doritos. Or maybe even Cheetos. Where we are ALL in the business of hope, and everyone says "Rad" and "Dope." A place filled with balloons and super-balls. Where soulmates actually work out because there are no brick walls.