Barbies and Bygone Days
Playing with 6 year olds really alters one's perception of the world.
Everything you know of adulthood and it's worries and rules is swept away like so much rubbish when you immerse yourself once again in that magical place called childhood.
Chess is on longer a highly strategic, mind-boggling test of intellect in the world of a child. It's actually a different way to practice bowling skills. The pieces are not only excellently carved, but make perfect pins primed for knocking down. Amidst elated shouts and whirling arms, the dignified chess pieces scatter unceremoniously across the black-and-white board in the excitement of the game.
Drawing is no longer minimized to doodles at the company board meeting or used to scale architectural projects. No, in childhood, drawing is a fine art. Art that tells not one story, but many stories. Drawing is the gateway to true imagination. Where else could Princesses and peacocks and green, one-eyed monsters laugh and have a party? Where else but in the drawn creation of a child.
When we get caught up in the woes and trials of this adult world, instead of berating our horrid luck, let's take a step back. Maybe a few steps back. Back to our childhood and the Barbies we loved and the bygone days we cherished. Put on your 6 year old trousers (figuratively, of course), jump in the dirt and make a creative mess.
Everything you know of adulthood and it's worries and rules is swept away like so much rubbish when you immerse yourself once again in that magical place called childhood.
Chess is on longer a highly strategic, mind-boggling test of intellect in the world of a child. It's actually a different way to practice bowling skills. The pieces are not only excellently carved, but make perfect pins primed for knocking down. Amidst elated shouts and whirling arms, the dignified chess pieces scatter unceremoniously across the black-and-white board in the excitement of the game.
Drawing is no longer minimized to doodles at the company board meeting or used to scale architectural projects. No, in childhood, drawing is a fine art. Art that tells not one story, but many stories. Drawing is the gateway to true imagination. Where else could Princesses and peacocks and green, one-eyed monsters laugh and have a party? Where else but in the drawn creation of a child.
When we get caught up in the woes and trials of this adult world, instead of berating our horrid luck, let's take a step back. Maybe a few steps back. Back to our childhood and the Barbies we loved and the bygone days we cherished. Put on your 6 year old trousers (figuratively, of course), jump in the dirt and make a creative mess.
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