A Safe Place
We accidentally built the pillow fort,
On the wrong side of the room.
Now I’m stuck on the couch,
With all this hot lava between me and my friends!
Written by Patrick S. Stemp
Illustrated by Anita Soelver
Do kids still play these games? I remember mine saying they were going to play “hot lava” with their friends.
Between hockey practice, swimming lessons, and the hundred other things we sign them up for, do they still have time to really play?
Why do we always feel the need to be “doing something”? We run out to the mall on a Saturday to window shop because “there’s nothing to do” at home. Down time is important. It’s OK to play, to sit and do nothing. Stare off into space and imagine things that don’t exist.
Most of the people I know think I’m crazy because I tend to live at home. When I walk in the door from “day job” on Friday night, I usually don’t leave again until Monday morning.
It’s not boring.
I create. I read. I play.
Another example of how vivid the imagination is when we’re children. To live ourselves into a game like “The floor is made of lava” requires a lot of it, since we all know perfectly well that it isn’t. But yet, as children, we would play and jump from one piece of furniture to another like our lives depended on it.
I think there are very few adults for whom imagination functions as well as it did as a child. We simply lose it. Is it because we get too wise? Cynical? “There’s no such thing!” said one too many times? We choose to put imagination in the backseat, while logic and reason become our designated driver.
Well, I choose imagination every day, and while I might not jump on my furniture (unlike Tom Cruise), my imagination will be cherished and cared for like the precious gift it is. I have to keep it alive by choice, or it will slip away – drown in the lava that once was on my floor.