About deciding what to be when you grow up: Who says you have to grow up? Inside, I am still 12 years old (okay, maybe more like 10; 12 stunk). I attribute my overall resilience, happiness at bringing joy to others, and a healthy, if not scatological, sense of humor to my staying young inside. Too many people in my orbit live their lives by TV scripts, as though they are supposed to start griping about wrinkles, flab, CRS-syndrome. Not me, man. That's all fodder for the humor machine.