How very, very sad.

If anyone has a right to fantasize. It’s a child. And a writer. I qualify on both scores.  I’m still a child. In so many, many ways. Despite being an octogenarian.  And I’m a natural born scribbler. A creator of fantasy domains. In my own meaningful words. I could write children’s books. But better yet. Simple and intriguing stories. Designed for the dementia-afflicted. I tell them. That it’s all right. To live in fantasyland. With whatever puts them at ease. Children tend to do it naturally. Adults often lose the gift of awesome and thrilling imagination.  Because they think it’s a sin. To fantasize.  How very, very sad.  --Jim Broede