Sidewalk chalk is a staple of childhood in the Shafer house – along with bubbles, slip-n-slides, and water guns. Our driveway is often covered with graffiti: aliens with fourteen eyes, giant scary spiders, kick-ass rainbows. Every single one of us becomes a Klimt, a Van Gogh, an Escher, a Michelangelo, when we’re squatted on the ground with a fat piece of chalk between our chubby little fingers.

But holy cow, guys. Some folks have taken this childhood art-form to a whole ‘nother level. And it is oh, so good.

Any childhood activities you’ve seen translated into grown-up fabulousness that have made you stop and stare in wonder? Share ’em here!

Big grins,