I had a very dramatic imagination growing up. I could turn my bedroom into anything I wanted. From Pooh's Corner to the Titanic, my mind allowed my surroundings to create a world that would let me believe that I was who I wanted to be.
I can remember a little stuffed animal I had. A plush puppy. And I loved her. She was white and soft and I named her Dixie. I imagined she was real. I always kept her near for fear she would feel abandoned. I believed she had real feelings and real love to give. I lived the real Toy Story.
Fast forward to present day and I see glimpses of me in my little girl.
She has a deep infatuation with her baby dolls. And to watch her play is to see imagination at it's finest. And I love seeing her discover a world where she can create things out of nothing.
And as she lives out her real Toy Story, we find these moments....
SHE LOVED IT! I have never seen her so excited about being surrounded by the little things she loves. And as long as we help her remain in reality, I want to embrace her moments of traveling to a world full of Imagination!