This is genius.

I like option 4 and 5.
I usually look back at childhood as an order of events and stories. I remember falling down the stairs at my grandmother's apartment. I remember holding her hand and walking to the zoo. I remember going to the movie theater. I remember fire works. I remember sitting in the car for hours. I remember watching adults get drunk and talk on forever.

I remember escaping to play with other kids. I remember fighting and running off to some place. But I usually don't think about those times I was alone as a child. The worlds I had created were immense and avenues out of a painful reality. I keep most of those memories hidden all those things away. Perhaps it won't do much harm to open a few doors again and get a glimpse of how little Mineopoly had perceived his own little world. It may be good for a little therapy on my part.

Thanks !BEER