sometimes i think about my mind when i was a kid. and gosh, i was creative. and then i think about the kids i know, and gosh, so are they. i just really love that about kids. they can do anything. and think anything. and it's really sad when life experiences start outweighing the lack of life experiences. because, once you've seen sneakers a certain number of times, the story you wrote about the sneakers that were alive and best friends, sounds sort of silly. and all this fact just starts getting in the way and wrestling all the imagination out. which is i guess necessary on some level but still sad. point is, i'm never telling my kids any facts.
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