Every once in a while, I will have little glimpses back to my childhood.  I think we all do.  Some more than others, perhaps.

A few people have very vibrant and extensive memories about their earliest days here as humans.  At the other end of the spectrum are those who have little remembrances of youth-ish-ness.  (Sounds like somebody sneezed.. youth-ish-ness!  Say it with force.  See what I mean?)

I am mostly in-between.  My memories are kind of scattered.  And some are very crisp and clear… while others are hazy dazy.

My growing up times were mostly good.  And in comparison to some other kids… I think I really had it made.  A little kid with plenty to eat, a safe home, in a free country, with education and health care…. and the icing on the cake… two very loving parents.

But as an adult… I will sometimes watch a little kid… and say… “I wonder what on God’s Green Earth they are thinking right now.”

Like that little girl pointing and making hand gestures… and talking to a friend… who is only visible to her.  Or the little boy  next to that tree, doing a series of running head butts right into the bark.

The little kid spooning ice-cream up near her forehead and letting drip down her nose… or the other young dude… who just thrust his arms up in victory over… a BIG win over something… somewhere… …. somehow.

The imagination is in full tact.  That is what happens in the young brain.  It sees.  It experiences.  It exalts.  And quite logically, the little body follows.

For in the moment… that moment seems incredible real.

Einstein once said… “Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.”

That man said a lot of amazing things.  To continue…. with Einstein….
“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”

A society which has forgotten the gift of the imagination.  When we “grow up” we are taught to filter out such silly thoughts…. like the big one-eyed donkey galloping down the middle of the street with an apple in its mouth… and King Rachturfusen riding on its back.  You know… the little squatty king with the turquoise robe.  The one who tosses out candy bars wrapped in gold.  THAT guy.

Don’t forget the gift.
As Albert also said… “Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”