Mom keeps me entertained by posting Pickles cartoons on her Facebook page, but also sending me others in Messenger. This one made me laugh, because I have vivid memories of playing such games with Casey, jumping on my parents King Size bed to stay save from the jaws of a killer shark or the blistery boiling lava that sometimes boiled from the green carpet that still coats their bedroom floor.
I am Nelson. Nelson is me. And I have no problem playing this game still in my 50s. And look at that? Do you remember newspapers?
Here's to everyone loving the imaginations of children, and supporting the fantasies that live in their head. Encourage their narratives. Let them jump, run, and scream. Those creative ideas in their head lead to great adulthoods.
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