My Hair May Be On Fire

I must confess that at 45 years of age I am still deeply fascinated by the same things which captured my attention at 13 years of age. In spite of the social and professional status which I have attained, I am still quickly reduced to adolescent silliness when confronted with burping, farting, big bugs, fire, things-that-go-boom and things-that-go-fast. However, out of respect for my wife and daughter, I have become more sensitive to the means by which I indulge in these fascinations.