Children don't need a reason to be imaginative. Somehow, it comes natural to them. When we grow up, there is still a child in all of us. As children, we were not ashamed or embarrassed of our art work. We drew because we loved to. When I was a little girl, even before I knew how to spell very well, I would write stories. They were obscure and only I could follow them, but nevertheless, I loved writing. I documented my life in picture journals and drew all the time, everywhere. My imagination was limitless. Anything was possible. My stuffed animals came to life and experienced never-ending adventures.
As a child, we don't need a reason to make life fascinating. In that aspect, I never want to grow up. There is so much to learn and rediscover. Life is a great adventure. The world is your playground. Stop long enough to realize you're alive--you're not just existing.