Imaginarium

My favorite toy

Imaginarium



I didn't have a lot of toys when I was young.
BUT.
I lived in an animal reserve. We had a lake,
the mountains. But mostly we had trees.
No neighbors nearby, in fact,
our driveway was over two miles long.
My grandmother taught me
a tree could be a palace,
a castle, a fort and a refuge.
She taught me sticks
could be swords or magic wands
and raspberries could become
magical potions.
She taught me that
paths and animal trails
were roads to high adventures
and my little rowboat
could become anything from
a mighty cruiser to a pirate ship.
She taught me that
streams were homes to irresescent frogs,
silvered skippies, and best of all,
dragons!

I learned to run without making a sound
or disturbing the smallest leaf.
I learned that I could sneak up on
the fox in the glade or the deer
by the waterfall or (if I was lucky) the leprecaun
in the wildflower meadow.
I scaled the highest mountains,
flew on hanging vines,
and spun tall tales based upon
darning needles, four leaf clovers,
and sparkeling stones.

My favorite toy?
The one I still play with on a daily basis.
The one I've kept close and spread to the world.
The one I shared with my children.
My favorite toy is
my imagination.








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