When I was a kid, I consciously remember how I never wanted to stop playing, stop imagining. I looked around at the adults who looked so bored and thought they had made the wrong choice by not getting on the ground with us kids and imagining they were cats, dogs, dolphins (and everything else!). I had forgotten about that thought for years because, alas, I grew up, into textbooks, responsibilities. But when my son begins playing like I used to, all of a sudden I’m transported. Back to the wonder of childhood imagination.