Speaking of imaginations...

When I was little I loved to imagine and "play pretend". Some friends were horrible at pretending, to be quite honest, some were mediocre, some were pretty good, but I only remember one friend that was great! Julie...she lived in a small town in Arizona. It is a place I lived in off and on throughout my childhood, even when we weren't living there my grandparents did. Every time I visited I just had to call Julie.
When we were at my Grandparents we would climb up onto the roof (at this point I will put out the disclaimer, when I say roof many people are astonished that we were allowed to play on the roof. My grandparents house, when first built, was supposed to be temporary...which turned into a 20 some year  home. Anyhow being temporary it was built small, MAYBE 10 feet high. When I got married to Lars he became the second tallest in the family at 6 ft 1 or so inches. My brother in law was the tallest at 6 ft
4 inches. (or something like that) anyhow these guys had to duck to come inside, and I'm not sure how much clearance Scott had once inside but the house definitely didn't "fit" him or Lars.
My friends used to call it munchkin land. ;)
Anyhow, my friend and I used to climb on the roof and start our adventure for the day. I remember one particular story we would play out.
There was an evil witch. We were princesses. Instead of waiting to be recused by a handsome prince or knight we would come up with elaborate escapes. Some involved the canal that ran behind the house, or the small pond next to the house. I'm pretty sure one involved an old tub that we put in the pond to use as a boat.
At Julie's house there was the barn. Nothing else needs to be said about that, hours of fun and many imaginative ideas :)

My friend Jamie in California was probably about as good at "pretending" She and I pretended to be singing stars, played some sort of pet shop or something with stuffed animals, and pretended when were in a tv show, complete with theme song.
Often though we just did silly little things. There was a drain in her backyard that was connected to the storm drains on the street. So we would hide underneath a plastic pool and yell at people walking by. "Help I'm stuck in the drain!" we did have a couple people actually stop and talk to us but I'm not sure how that ended without the cops being involved which they never were. I simply can't remember if they just didn't believe us or if we finally told them it was a joke.

When I've seen my kids playing in the same types of ways it makes me so happy! I wish I was still as good at pretending. The realities of adulthood often overpower our imaginations- I think it is time to start practicing to get mine back in tip top form :)