For me, Purim is a magical time of year. When I think back to growing up, the way that my synagogue community came together for our annual carnival was an important part of my Jewish identity. The parking lot, the playground, the hallways, all of the places I knew like the back of my hand, were transformed. My friends and I would roam in a pack from booth to booth, enjoying being surrounded by people who had known us our whole lives. We would be so excited to see what was the same as the year before, and what was new.