Imagination

The air is full of make-believe sounds. Sounds that only little boys can decode. Make believe crahes, hovering planes, swords slashing at one another and robots transforming. These are the sounds that fill my floor tonight. I can hear them making the bed into a launching pad, feet running the porch even racing; wisely using their last puffs of energy before bed. They are transformers tonight . . .

A wonderful gift: imagination!