Imagination is a blessing a blessing that should never be given up. Childeren have the greatest of imaginations the wonderfulest of minds, they can go where older folk cannot just by thinking of a magical island or being a astronaught. As we grow older our imaginations flee from us running from us as we try to catch them they go to the next generation as the process begins again its not hopless..... its wonderful By Image
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