When I was a kid I had a wonderful imagination. In fact, I don't ever remember being bored. If nothing was going on I could curl up with a book and find myself immersed in a new world. If I had a piece of paper, I could make up my own story. Daydreaming was a favorite past time, even in the middle of Algebra class. Oh, and I took that class twice by the way.
Sometimes now that I am all grown up life gets in the way of my imagination and daydreams. Luckily though, I have kids who help me take a break from the real world and I'm able to immerse myself in the land of make-believe.
Soph is my middle child and she is a dreamer. Has been since she was very small. I recognize that trait in her just as easily as I recognize the ability of my oldest to finish math facts at an amazing speed. Some might call Soph a loner, but I know better. She is never alone. She is surrounded by all the characters she makes up in her head. She doesn't feel the need to talk very much around others because she is too busy observing and absorbing her surroundings.
She often asks questions like, "How do you feel being a mother?", "What do you think it would feel like to be in a rocket going to the moon?"and "What did people eat 200 years ago?". She's a thinker.
Her world is not black and white. Instead it is a kaleidoscope of colors which twist and twirl together exploding with points of light. This gives her the ability to view her surroundings with curiosity and wonder.
She constantly drags me into her world of make-believe. I'm not complaining though, it helps to me to see things from different perspectives. And for a writer, seeing things in different lights is essential. She helps me to exercise my imagination. I feel very privileged to view the world through her eyes every once in awhile. Lucky me.
So what or who triggers your imagination?