A little back-story on challenge no. 10: When I was four years old I met the four-year-old who happened to live across the street, Jackie. We quickly became inseparable and are still good friends today (BRBFTE!). Growing up, if we weren't building forts or riding bikes or swimming or making up dances or rollerskating or making up dances on roller-skates, we were pretending to be dead bugs in the street. We were little geniuses. The art of dead bugs in the street was way ahead of its time.
So here I am, twenty something years later, being a dead bug in a NYC street (33rd Street between Broadway and 7th Avenue, to be exact):