Monday, January 10, 2011

Did You Walk Your Thoughts Today?

Yesterday Poopzilla rampaged through the city, had a change of heart, morphed into Ben Ten and married Barbie – all this before our minivan backed out of the garage. Who needs a radio when you have an eight-year old and a five-year old who fill your car with their adventures? But what truly amuses me is how swiftly and easily their stories twist and turn. If my imagination were half as nimble and free as theirs, I’d probably have ten books by now instead of one. My characters could never hope to be as fascinating as a kind-hearted shape-shifting giant reptile that has a thing for eleven and a half inch tall plastic blondes, but hey, I’ll take them.

Alas, my imagination’s knees aren’t what they used to be. Then again, I’m not surprised. Knees, metaphorical or otherwise, tend to get creaky when they don’t get enough exercise.

From the moment we set foot in school, we’re told to stop daydreaming, sit up straight, and pay attention. Or else. It’s no wonder that as adults, we feel guilty about letting our minds wander. We draw borders around the hours of our day and cram as much as we can into each little box, making sure that every second is stuffed with something productive. God forbid that an odd idle minute is not immediately filled with tweets, pings, or clicks. What’s a poor little random thought to do, but skulk away and wait to be noticed?

Admittedly, it’s not realistic to let our imagination run away with us the way it did when we were younger and didn’t have to worry about swerving into a car in the next lane. But I suppose, it doesn’t hurt to take it for a walk once in a while and let it stretch its legs. And maybe, when the grown-ups aren’t looking, we can even let it off its leash and allow it to roam and play. It may just surprise us with what it brings back when it returns, happily wagging its tail. I’m hoping for a purple dinosaur.


ernesto 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.”Albert Einstein

Anonymous said...

Reminds me of our long trips in the car with my 3-yr old daughter and her cousins. They play this story-telling game where they take turns building on a story. It's funny how the girls steer the story to princesses and love and the boys always bring it back to violence and action. =) I am always amazed at how much sense their stories make. They would make good movie plots.

Stormwild said...

I have a nephew who imagines himself as every different kind of dinosaur he knows. My imagination, on the other hand, is somewhat limited to more prurient thoughts.

How I wish, though, that I had a child's innocence and creativity. Time to let my thoughts out for a walk. Thanks Sam. :)

Anjali said...

Agreed! What I love most about having kids is that chance to recapture the part of my imagination I might have lost when I grew up.

Tristi Pinkston said...

I really like the synopsis of your book on your sidebar. It sounds fascinating!

Samantha Sotto-Yambao said...

Thanks for all the comments, guys!
Ernesto - Can't argue with Einstein!
OC Mom - LOL! Paging Hollywood...
Stormwild -Hope you enjoyed your "walk."
Anjali - Kids keep purple dinosaurs alive :)
Tristi- Thank you! :)