Friday, 17 April 2009

Miracles of life

At the moment, our three year old is doing lots of what is known as imaginative play, something I believe all kids do. It consists in him telling himself a story of his own invention, adopting one of its characters and acting it out with gusto. All the while totally absorbed, disbelief suspended, just as you are when you're watching a great film or play.

It struck me what a wonderful and peculiar thing this is. Extemporising playwright, avid actor and rapt spectator all in one.

Where does it all go wrong?

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