This weekend was spent enjoying my family. Visiting with my son, and playing with my granddaughter, was the highlight of my weekend. Children can enlighten us to the wonderful childlike part of our imagination, and releases it from the hidden areas deep within our minds. Why or how did we lose our grasp of imagining? Was it that we felt the scorn of others when we pretended? Perhaps we feel as if we had to push imagination from our minds and embrace reality. Whatever the reason or cause, it is the part of ourselves that we must rediscover to be able to write. So as one might assume, I spent my weekend learning from the most imaginative mind in the world; a three-year old. Now I must write.