My brother and I had made a fort out of quilts and card tables in our living room, as was a normal occurrence for us growing up. I remember sitting in my "fort room" and feeling weird. Trying to live in the present while pretending to be in a make believe world of best friends, bad guys and adventures.
Imagination.
I remember sitting there trying to imagine that this pretend reality was real. But for some reason, this time it was different. I just wasn't "feeling it" anymore.
I remember being sad. I remember thinking that I was missing out.
So now, when my kids are make-believing that the medical building behind our house is Carowinds, or when they put endless hours in making the perfect fairy house in hopes of actually catching a real-life Fairy, I smile.
I love that they have imaginations! I want to encourage their pretend realities (to an extent of course:), and I want them to hold on to them as long as they can...
...because quite frankly, I kind of miss mine.
2 comments:
I love how you encourage our kids in their little imaginary worlds. Just don't let them talk to the trees.
:)
love it =) i miss mine too.
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