Once I saw an 11 year old boy walk out the front door of our school, say goodbye in a serious manner, and then immediately sweep his arms behind him like wings and take off running down the sidewalk like a superhero. It seemed so effortless and un-self-conscious, a free expression of imagination. I couldn't help but stare after him, grinning.
It seems odd to me that we expect imagination to drift away, much like childhood itself, as adolescence begins. Why is this? And could we somehow keep our imaginations more alive, for longer?Read More