We are, each of us, born a bundle of questions. We have no idea who we'll become when we're playing with our dolls, building Lego cities, and using our stuffed animals to practice our particular brand of veterinarian medicine. We only know that we want to be happy. However, what do we do when we grow up and find "happy" evading our grasping hands? Do we settle into a hum-drum existence? Do we use whatever we can find to ease the disappointment? Or...