The South City Open Studio and Gallery / I cut my teeth and earned my feather at SCOSAG.  New in town in 2002, I heard an interview with Jenna Baeur on KDHX and proceeded to bop into the studio to introduce myself and start volunteering.  The rattles on the mantel, treasure maps and cryptic doodles everywhich where,  and stinky gingko jar issued a clear invite to re-engage my kidself. Not as much a ‘find your inner child’ as — did you leave anything out in the childhood you needed to have?  The next few years, the kids and artists I met at the SCO’ welcomed me to be fierce, be brave, be nonsensical.   It’s a snowglobe of perfect memories:   Celia and co kicking up dust in the tball fields singing Ghost Riders in the Sky,  the blindfolded “Feel a Tree,”  homeschool making up ditties on the fly as we molded clay . . .  “Characters in the City”.  Mud is enough.  Some days we’d scrap our entire ‘curriculum’ to go hunt crawdads and tell stories at the trees knees.   First taste of free school.