Joe90 wrote:
My imagination was big. I used to turn my garden into a big house, using my mind, and I lived in this ''house'' for hours. Think about it - pretending a garden is a house. Must be a pretty hard thing to ''turn into'', but I did it. I pretended some humps and bumps in the ground were walls, and bushes and shrubs was furniture.
Also I remember playing imaginary games in the bath, and turning the whole bath into something completely different, using my mind. I even used to play in bed, like pretending the bed covers was water, and diving in and out was so fun.
I used to do things like this all the time. That's why I always enjoyed playing alone more than with other kids. I wouldn't say that my imagination shrunk though. The games just got replaced by daydreaming.
Btw, I had an imaginary friend and an imaginary bunny. I don't remember that but my parents told me. They have no idea where the imaginary friend came from but apparently the bunny came into my life when I ran down the road and fell. Over here when a child stumbles and falls people say "You caught a bunny!". I took it too literally: I picked up an imaginary bunny, took it home and took care of it, played with it, even went to sleep with it for 2-3 weeks. At the end of this story my dad added: "Yeah... You were a weird child...".
I like my imagination. It makes my life a better place