Give me my friends. Her friends are little stuffed toys, that she cuddles, walks, talks to, and sleeps with. One in particular is a dirty old Tigger that her grandmother gave her. Nothing special. She has tons of toys like it, but old Tigger is the main squeeze. I hear her talk to them and call them her friends. She can't leave them behind. If her parents decide to go out, they make sure Tigger is packed and ready for his journey.
My question is: Where did our imaginations go? When did we lose that? And how do we keep or renew it?
I am rather creative, but children have this special land they call play, and I wish I could find it again.
Just a thought.
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I found with the birth of my boys I could briefly revisit that world. What I hate is seeing how as they grow up they forget that special place.
I revisit that land many times in my head. If I shared that imaginative side with anyone, except my grandsons, people would think I flipped my lid.
I encourage my kids to find it everyday. Whenever one of my kids say they are "bored" I make them do something creative or imaginitive like go on a fairy hunt or try to make up a new game or something or I tell them to read a book about wonderful magical things. I am trying to encourage them to stay young and believe in magic for as long as possible!!!!!!!
I still try to find it, even though I'm an adult. I work with children, so I get to experience the world again. Why do we forget it...we grow up, it's forced out of us, we have to accept reality with no fantasy.