![]() ![]() ![]() He escaped the corporeal form of a kid’s (arguably limited) body with the Transmogrifier, and most importantly of all, escaped loneliness by befriending a stuffed tiger who Calvin knew was actually real. Bathtime, a nightmare for small children, saw Calvin turning into a tub shark or being attacked by a bubble-bath elemental. He didn’t like school, so he fled it as Spaceman Spiff. His was an external life born explicitly of the internal: distant planets, bed monsters, mutant snowscapes, gravity-defying wagon rides, crass Transmogrifications, and of course, one tuna-loving tiger BFF.īut the second thing I remember was exactly why the kid had such a big imagination to begin with: Calvin was looking for a way out. When I think of Calvin, that glorious little menace, I first remember the depth of his imagination. ![]()
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