Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Magic?" What did magic have to do with breaking into someone's store and stealing their stuff?
"Don't you get it?" Peter said. "You're free now. You don't have to live by their rules anymore." Peter pointed into the inky blackness of the basement. "The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race, listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

We didn't want to make fun of the '80s. It's such an important part of the play. We wanted to be true to what the '80s looked like. It was actually a very designed time. The look was much more 'done' than it is today.

It is fun to come out and play again.

Remember these two things: play hard and have fun.