My youngest son, 6 years old, held back tears. I could tell he was upset. “What’s wrong?” He held three superhero toys in his hands. “I’m trying not to cry but I forgot what I was going to do!” And then the tears flowed. He was going to play with his toys and enact some kind of story, but he was interrupted, and when he went back to it, he couldn’t remember his plans.
The Reality of a Child’s Imagination
The Reality of a Child’s Imagination
The Reality of a Child’s Imagination
My youngest son, 6 years old, held back tears. I could tell he was upset. “What’s wrong?” He held three superhero toys in his hands. “I’m trying not to cry but I forgot what I was going to do!” And then the tears flowed. He was going to play with his toys and enact some kind of story, but he was interrupted, and when he went back to it, he couldn’t remember his plans.