Great With Kids?

I've had an incredible desire to use my imagination, lately. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with being a quote "creative" person, but I mean it!

"Playing House" meant that my whole backyard became outer space, a jungle, a mansion, a race track, a farm... and it meant that I was a cowboy, an indian, a thief, a hero, a friend of Tom & Huck or a go-cart champion.. and the hole we dug every day of every summer really did reach China!

Somewhere between then and now, it became odd to play make-believe. The imagination lost it's thrill, or maybe it just wasn't cool anymore. Or was it that I didn't have much time on my hands? What made me think that the whole world of make-believe stopped existing?

What is stopping me from pretending I'm on a secret mission while I'm walking to school? Pretending that the church is a castle? That a bicycle is a motorcycle?

When we realize that we've almost lost the ability to 'get lost' in our imagination, is it too late to go back? What happens between then and now? At what moment did I lose it? Or was it a series of events that took my 'playing pretend' away from my little child heart? Am I too mature now to ever get it back?


I revisited those moments while working with 'Cubby House' at Hillsong Asian Extension Service this past weekend... Everyone said "You're so great with kids!"

Really though, I just wanted to be like them and they didn't see my age. They saw me as a dinosaur, an airplane and a pirate. Their innocence was captivating to me. I wanted it for myself. So I grabbed hold of that moment where I could settle back into my imagination and be "great with kids"...



I love real life, don't get me wrong. But hiding away in the land of my mind is fun, too.

I wanna make a tent of blankets and do my college assessments under it. Maybe that would take the edge off...



Until next time,
Kylie, the Dinosaur-Airplane-Pirate.

xo