I don’t think that I had a normal childhood, at least not from what I see around me, which isn’t much. But as a child, I didn’t know any different. I just thought that everyone lived with parents, two sisters and a brother. And rarely anyone else.
Isolated as I was, you’d think that I’d have had an imagination. I should have had at least an imaginary friend to make up for my lack of friends. Or a stuffed animal to comfort me when I cried. But I didn’t have any of these things, I didn’t know that I was missing anything, but now I see that I missed it all.
Being a child without imagination is like being in the desert without water and I was slowly dying of thirst.
Is imagination really that important to a child? Look at these skills from Good Therapy PsychPedia that children develop when they use their imagination.
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