I remember, when my brother and I were little, my parents always noticed how we could find more enjoyment playing with a big empty box than with most of the normal toys we owned.

Last night, I sat in a box for two hours. And I was content. People would smile as they passed by, and every so often, someone would join me in the box. We would talk for a while, but most of the time, we would simply sit and watch the people on the outside. Time spent in the box was care-free, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I guess some things never change.