I spent this last weekend playing with and watching my 2 ½ year old grandson play.
Fish swam through the air.
Dinosaurs talked with elephants.
Legos became a car and blocks of wood a castle.
My imagination could not keep up.
Or, at least my energy.
As I watched him I began to wonder…
When did our imagination become so limited?
When did I become so practical and pragmatic that I could no longer see possibilities beyond what was right in front of me?
Maybe I need to learn to dream again.
Maybe we all do.