John Lennon hit on the perfect concept, when he wrote and performed this song. It is a perfect year-word, too.
As I spend time these days, at school, with children ranging in age from three to fourteen, I find that I have forgotten how to imagine. Kids have that down pat, though. Yesterday, I sat with a Kindergarten boy who was free-drawing a picture.
I’m telling you this kid was all over the place with this drawing, and I was captivated. He had a fire storm, caused by a secret container that held “lemon juice, fire, and oranges.” He had a tornado and an earthquake scribbled clearly across the page, which stopped at a particular spot on the paper, clearly labeled “STOP.” There was more, but I was over stimulated by all that activity, and my eyes glazed over.
Oh, my goodness. What happened to me?