We had a rolling kitchen door, and I would play elevator. All by myself...
Going Up!
Because as a child the elevators in the stores had an elevator operator, who would call out the floors, and they had beautiful music playing, that is why it is called elevator music...
Imagination... Isn't it Grand?
I would get in my dads Mercury car, grab a cattail from the ditch and pretend I was driving to the carryout. I'd pretend the music was playing while pretending to be smoking the cattail...I even would put my arm out the window pretending it was the turn signals. All by myself...
Slowing Down!
My dad would take me to the carryout, in the summer while at the cottage. I would always con him into buying me Chocolate Cow pop, and a sucker... Worth the ride...
Imagination... Isn't it Grand?
While at the cottage, to pass time away, I would walk down the beach where trees had fallen into the water. In my mind I was a gymnast. I would jump on the tree which was large and old with big branches sticking out of the water. I would hold my arms out to the side, sing a song and walk like a gymnast... All by myself...
BUT...
If I got bored, mom would have me weeding the sand, down on the beach. so if I complained, then my mom would Use her Imagination...