Do you remember when you were a child and you lived in a world of pretend?
It was that magical time when life was as simple as it will ever be.
All you needed to keep yourself occupied and far away from boredom was your very own imagination.
This was the time when no friends or toys were needed, just you and your wandering mind.
It’s quite ironic that when we’re children, it is the adult world that we look up to and want to connect with, but once we become adults it is the wondrous world of being a child that we miss and would like to relive.
When I was a shy seven-year-old, dressing up in my new Superman outfit that I’d been given as a Christmas present made me feel like I could save the world from any disaster.
In fact, as soon as I put that suit on I thought I was a real superhero, just like in the movies, especially when the cape was clipped on to my back and I’d run around the house pretending I could fly.
Of course at that age there was no way I would be of any assistance at any world disaster and I’m pretty certain that, to this day, no human being has ever managed to defy gravity and take off into the air like a bird.
But of course, using my imagination these things were well and truly possible, if only in my own young mind.
These days there are hundreds of activities my children can take part in.
They can go to the local park and play on the slides and swings or play hide and seek around the house or maybe even just play catch with the ball in the garden.
But I like to watch my two daughters Caitlin and Alyssa playing and having fun without props and without toys and simply just using their imaginations.
Sometimes I’ll be sitting on the sofa in our living room and Caitlin will declare: ‘Dad, I’m going to go shopping’.
Although she is only three years old, I have no problem agreeing with her.
This is because I know she is only going there in her mind.
She asks me what I would like her to fetch for me from the supermarket shelf. I give her my list and off she goes.
She’ll walk towards the other side of the living room and I will watch her reaching up and putting pretend items into her pretend shopping trolley and then wheeling it back to me.
Although slightly concerned that none of these pretend items went through a pretend checkout and no pretend money was handed over, I play along and enjoy watching the delightful world of a child’s imagination in action.