IMAGINATION

I am up and my pal "I" is up. It's barely four. I won't let her out yet as I know she will awaken the neighbors and I have decided to be merciful to them all this morning. I sit here at this computer with I might add my large lettered keyboard my sister sent me. It's really cool and is a great help to me. I am pondering words that might come together as I seem to do many mornings. I have tried for the last two days to stay off the soap box. So you can breathe easier.

I have written before here on my blog that I have always loved to write. Thoughts become words for me long before they become words on a written page. I have not nor will ever be a good writer, I have an imagination and inside my head lies all of these ideas that if I settle myself down can become a story. A poem, or even a rambling self indulgent blog. Being able to put them down in some sort of calculated order is what I believe makes a writer. But doesn't make you a good write. When I was young, oh yes down on my favorite ninth street, I always had an imagination. I had a neighborhood full of make believe friends. A man up a telephone pole, a woman under the front porch. I made my daily rounds. Hollering up the pole, my head tipped back,"hello Mr.Brown, are you okay today?" I must admit I was a strange child. But from these people that I visited with everyday become my silly stories, and poems. They fueled my imagination and become real to me on paper. Words have always been friends to me, a connection to others.

Children know how important imagination is. They can take anything and make it the most wonderful toy in the world. While the fifty dollar toy you bought them sits in the house. Their minds come alive with all the possibilities there is in a day. And all the marvelous items that lay unattended around the house to become a marvelous game, a tool,a car or a space ship. I believe, please don't get nervous I promise no soap box. I believe though we have curbed our children's imaginations by supplying them with all these video games, or hend held games that lets them sit in one spot for hours. Their little eyes glued to the small machine. Their minds not really challenged, but only their fingers.

Thats why I love this farmville that's on facebook. There are thousands if not more adults who love farmville. I truly think its good for people. They take a empty page and start trying to fill it up with imaginary animals, barns, ponds, crops. All sorts of items. For a little time each day they are letting all these daily problems fall by the wayside and they pretend they have a farm. They trade and swap things with people. .Its a very good thing to let your imagination stay active, to be able to play even when you are grown. For when you let that part of you go stale, then you let the child in you die. Don't let that happen. Keep the silly you alive in there somewhere. Doin't forget how to play. The child that sings with the radio, not caring if you're on tune or not. Its what keeps us young. Seeing just a simple object and seeing in it something marvelous to play with.

As we become adults we become so concerned at how others will see us. What others will think of how we act or dress. Just keep being yourself, just because you get older you don't have to quit being who you are inside. I am not sure really yet what I want to be when I do grow up. Its sort of a toss up between "Andy Rooney" or "Eugene Fields." Mr. Fields was a wonderful poet who died years ago. I am not in love with Andy Rooney's eyebrows but what a price I would pay to be able to write his commentaries. So in my imagination I become those two. I will never write a poem as fluid and with words that capture your mind the minute you start to read. I will never be able to put comments together like Andy. But I can let my imagination take me to those glorious places where I think I can.