[WEEKEND OPEN BAR: The one-stop ramble-about-anything weekend post at OL. Comment on the topic at hand. Tell us how drunk you are. Describe a comic you bought. This is your chance to bring the party.]

Once again our intrepid heroes are out there fighting the good fight.  So while Caff and Rendar are ingratiating themselves with the folks at Comicon, why don’t we have a chat.  Pull up a chair, its story time.

Death is all around you.  It will take you at some point.  When you are a child, you don’t know this.  Hell, if you did, you probably wouldn’t care all that much.  Death doesn’t have to be a bad thing.  It simply is a transition.  I’m sorry about getting all philosophical on you.  I always get this way around my birthday.  Also, I’ve had a few.  So, depending on when you read this, it may in fact be my birthday.  I suppose that’s true of any article I write.  Well, if its Saturday, October 13^th, then feel free to send along your birthday well wishes (Cheap Pop).  I’m not going to tell you all how old I am as that may kill any cool vibes I may have garnered, however I will say that it is the one year anniversary of my 30^th birthday.

Sorry for my digression, lets move on to this week’s Open Bar topic.  When did your childhood die?

Let me add a bit of perspective.  When you are a child, you have your perception of how the world works.  Specifically with you at the center, and everyone trying to please you like you’re Caligula.  However, in most cases, there is a world event that occurs that kind of snaps you out of this fantasy.  You start to see the world as a large organism that you are a part of rather than background noise.  As you slowly realize that if you disappeared, nothing would change on the large scale.  You then find yourself wondering what your place is in the world as opposed to wondering how the world would shape itself around you.  When you start to question your place in the world, your childhood is dead.

So, what global event killed your childhood?

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