For those that don’t know, I LOVE to read. I read almost every day; and when I read, it’s usually for like 4 or 5 hours. It’s like an addiction for me – love it.

A friend of mine told me about a book called “The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. It’s a short novella, I read it after work in less than 2 hours, about a pilot who crashes in the desert and wakes to the voice of a young boy. The interesting and cool thing about this story is perspective. Perspective on adults vs. children….wait, let me rephrase that; the way adults think & perceive things vs how kids do.

Remember when you were a kid, using your imagination to build a fort, play cops & robbers, finding things to do with sticks or the most simple materials!? For me, I was raised on a dairy farm and we made forts with hay bales in the hay mow; played in cow shit, mud, dirt and whatever else we weren’t suppose to. We were never bored and, sure as hell, wouldn’t tell Mom we were bored for fear of having some riduclously boring (and NOT fun!) task put upon us. Imagination. The Gen X’ers are the last generation to know the true meaning of the word and to utilize it.

Why do we grow up and lose that part of us? Why does everything become more serious? Why can’t we still look up at the clouds and imagine something? Or how about puddle jumping!? That’s one of my favorites, and Cheyenne has picked up on that 🙂

I know that we need to grow up and become responsible, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t take a couple minutes to use our imaginations. I double dog dare ya, try it sometime and see how it feels.