As a child, I had a Highlights subscription, and I used to think it was the greatest magazine that ever existed. I’d laughed at Goofus, and marvel at Gallant. I’d take pride in finding all the hidden images in a picture. I’d laugh at other children’s submitted drawings on the back few pages. Maybe I’d actually read an “article” every once in a while.
I picked up a copy of Highlights the last time I was at the dentist out of curiosity, and now I feel like I parallel the blond guy’s sentiment. I still have fun and enjoy myself, but whatever is left of my actual “inner child” is rotting away somewhere in a dump.