I love mysteries. I don't read them quite as much as I did as a kid, but for a good portion of my childhood, my biggest goal was to grow up and write kid's mystery books. Then I reached about 17 and realized that writing mysteries would probably be a bit harder than writing a non-mystery and I gave up on that dream.
Now, blah blah blah years later, I find myself planning a Nancy Drew birthday party, and I need to write clues leading the group of little girls around the park from one clue to another, the ultimate clue leading them to the missing birthday presents. Yikes. I am glad I gave up on that dream of of writing mystery novels because this task alone is more than I can handle. I've made a list of possible places to hide the clues several times, and then I decide that's good enough for now and walk away from the computer figuring I'll let the creative juices flow and fill in the clues later. There are still no clues.