This is no ordinary stick—it’s the actual one I played with as a child, an artifact of imagination and creativity. Sometimes it was kitted out with a fishing line and a goldfish cracker at the end, transforming into a makeshift fishing rod. My cousin and I would head outside after a heavy rain and fish in the large puddles that formed in front of my grandma’s house. Other times, the stick was a spear or a sword, ready for adventure.