I went to a kindergarten meeting at my partner’s daughter’s school the other evening. Teacher Hans was talking about the importance of telling stories to the children, bedtime or otherwise, and a great majority of this room of fairly well-off/successful adults simply went to pieces at the thought of having to rely on their imaginations to tell the stories rather than to utilize the imaginations of others per their/their editor’s dictation.
Really? There isn’t even enough imagination left to make up a story to entertain a half-asleep five year old? At what point did we stop pretending that sticks were really swords made in the explicit interest of vanquishing evil? That the grass was lava and if your balance slipped from the edge of the sidewalk you’d be burned alive? That fist-sized rocks were merely feasts in disguise? Read more »