I remember being a kid,
finding imagination everywhere.
Pretending I was the main character from
my favorite fiction novels.
Magic, and fairies and oddly named creatures.
Snow created beauty and joy.
Every day held Christmas wonder.
The woods kept secrets and mystery.
I spent half my childhood
with my nose in a book,
having adventures that no one else
knew about.
I miss that escape I had as a kid.
I never knew how important it was.

Never let go of imagination.
It keeps you young.
And happy.
Very happy.