I remember playing with action figures (Star Wars of course) for hours outside and knowing that my world would literally come to an end if I could not have Boba Fett. I remember role playing with my friends on bikes outside my house and writing pages of stories on "college ruled" paper with blue ball point pens. I still have an imagination, mind you (Carol may disagree), but I have to dust it off now and give it a few aspirin for the imagination arthritis that has set in. Having kids is very good for imagination revival as it takes all I can muster out of my little flame to keep up with them. I was reminded of this the other day when I looked into the living room to find Beth and Isabel putting on wings from old Halloween costumes.
"We're flying, daddy!"
No, they are not supposed to jump off the furniture, but it's a little sad what I will do for a little memory making. We all had fun and I hope it will be many years before their imagination flame starts to settle. It sure was great to watch!
*It may be that those adults whose imagination flame burns bright are the most successful among us. It can be a very useful trait (thinking outside the box, etc.). Maybe I'll have to try and juice mine up a bit.
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Oh, my dad was a huge Star Wars fan and even though he had four girls when the film first came out, we all got Star Wars figurines for Christmas that year. Wasn't Boba Fett the one that you had to save up UPCs for and send them in to get him? Anyways, the pictures of the girls are adorable, they really do look like flying fairies. May their imaginations burn forever bright and may we always encourage our kids to have them (even when their imaginations take them to their parent's bathroom sink with lots of TP and Thomas trains to go "swimming in the clouds" :).
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