As I took a walk up one of my current city's hills, I found myself thinking about children's books. It's a difficult subject for an adult to wrap his head around, especially as there exists a point where our tastes shift and that which seemed so tantalizing and entertaining as a child strikes us as silly and mind-numbing. I personally do not envision myself writing children's literature. I find it too restrictive, as in children's literature you must watch your language, not let it become too violent or disturbing or—God forbid!—too sexual.