When I was a kid we lived in this really scary house, across the street from a cemetery... Obviously now as an adult - I'd call it a house full of wonderful character & charm. And as it turns out - the cemetery is actually quite beautiful (rolling hills and all). But back then (as a kid) I was certain it was a house filled with vampires in the basement, goblins behind every closet door, footsteps in the attic...and weird shadows in the garage (that looked like bats). My sisters and I were convinced the entire house was haunted! To make matters worse - our next door neighbor was this old, old, old, old, old man that only came out into daylight once a month. His house was blood red and completely covered in vines and trees. Of course I considered myself a spy (I still am - by the way) and I used to sneak onto his property to try and see what he was doing over there (eating little children for dinner perhaps...?)
I'm sure if I were to go back there today I'd have a completely different vision of that house - but back then my imagination would take me on tours of discovery beyond my wildest dreams!
Our backyard led into the woods - no fence, just woods! Today I could think of 64 million reasons not to go into the deep, dark forest alone, but back then - nothing was going to stop me! My childhood friend Amy and I would spend hours in those woods... Running around, playing hide-n-seek, pretending we were lost and had to survive on nothing but onion grass. Those were the days...
As I watched Nora (in her pink princess dress) scour her backyard looking for the perfect ingredients to make her soup - flower petals, water, dirt, leaves and grass... I remembered how wonderful it is to be a kid. That special blend of innocence and sincerity that often accompanies playtime. Freedom! Free from pretense, free from conceit, free to be whoever you so desire to be. Imagination at its best...!
I'm curious - where has your imagination taken you lately?
This is me every time I put on lip gloss!