Many of my clearest memories as a child start from the singular feeling of being bored.

Growing up often meant accepting that boredom and finding ways to get over it. It led to trouble many times, and creativity on other occasions.

Unbeknown to me, it was about self-regulation, self-discovery and the real world. It involved seeking out experiences, sometimes with an equally bored friend who was willing to discover what there was beyond the doors to our homes.