Friday, August 8, 2008

The Loss Of Imagination

What happens to our imaginations as we get older? They seem to just kind of fade away. I was going down the road today, in the passenger seat, and I caught myself looking up at the clouds. I figured I would try to find shapes like we all did as kids. You know, "that one looks like a horse jumping over a car. Now it looks like a face with a long nose. Now it's a fish with a sword." But, try as I might, I couldn't get anything. I thought I had some kind of face for a second but it didn't really look like anything. As a kid I could sit in my backyard with my plastic dinosaurs, green Army men and Matchbox cars and entertain myself for hours. Were I to try something like that today I would just sit there with a blank look on my face. As a kid, my nephew and I would play a game called Daddy And Doggy. One of us would be a dog and the other would be it's master. Just as simple as that. I guess when you have kids that imagination comes back, somewhat, because it has to. But for the rest of us it's just gone for the most part. Getting older sucks.