When I was 12 (I might have been 14) and started getting migraines, the kooky ‘best you can get in the North’ doctor my Mom took me to diagnosed me with trying too hard (good grades, community service, etc) and having lost the spirit of whimsy and joy that a child should have. He prescribed something akin to ‘lighten up.’
While I still think the man was a quack, I can kind of see his point. There are certain activities and items that, when I see or play with them now, invoke instant childhood: the colourful explosion of a DoodleArt poster, a rousing game of Scrabble, making snow angels in powder dry snow.
Maybe the kooky doctor was right. Maybe I do need a prescription for the kind of imagination that turn a hike into a quest and a blanket and cushions into a fort. Here’s to more play this year, and the freedom to feel the wind in my face.