During my childhood, when we grew tired of the trampoline or playing Lego, I would often invite the boy next door over and we would spend the afternoon making collages. Armed with scissors and glue sticks, we flipped through old magazines and cut out absolutely everything that peeked our interests, from cute dogs to plates of spaghetti. Working together, we would fill giant sheets of paper with our random cut outs, not satisfied until all of the white vanished.