Minneapolis 2026 - A Child's Imagination
My grandnephew, age 3, decided that he and I were going to embark on a monster and tiger hunt around the commodious Airbnb we were all staying in. "We're just pretending" in informed me in his adorable little boy voice as we descended the stairs to the lower level. We searched, him holding his finger up to his mouth and saying "ssh" to ensure my silence. Back at the top of the stairs he informed me that there was a tiger on the landing. We ran down a hallway to a utility room to hide from the ferocious beast. Eventually I convinced him that if he walked only on the border of the runner in the hallway he would be safe from monster and tiger attacks. One foot in front of the other he returned to the kitchen down the runner's border.
I marveled at his innocence and imagination. The innate joy, the constant discovery, the lack of concern of the troubles of the adult world, money, politics, societal division, just living in the moment and exploring all the aspects of his young life.
In that moment, at that moment, all his innocence and imagination was shared with me. It was refreshing to my adult soul.
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