This has long been on of my favorite songs. As a little girl, I used to watch the 1965 “Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella” with my mother, and this song has stuck with me over the years. I find that it’s rather apropos for me, truth be told, with the imagination that I have developed all my life. When I was a child, my favorite thing to do was play pretend, insert myself into stories, into movies, into games. But, then again, if you’ve been reading this blog, you know that.

Some of my most fun moments as a girl were when I’d imagine a world all my own, and play out stories with characters and friends that only I could see. It was freeing, it was fun, it worried my parents understandably, but I loved it. Imagination is a power that I reveled in and that I will never give up. I only hope that I can pass it on to my own children someday.