Having a huge attic of immeasurable treasures, imagination was rampant in my childhood.
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detective with a round spy glass
ballerina dancing in music class
the possibilities amass
when you imagine
riding horses as old cowboys
quiet reading was always a joy
tented blankets on the floor
listening to victrola seventy-eight scores
what child could ask for more?
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Come play with me!
The Bag Lady 
O my – the victrola – my parents had one!! This certainly stirs my imagination.
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😀
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Nice one. Bravo.
much🤍love
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Thanks much!
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Cheryl, you’ve really captured the whimsical nature of childhood imagination!
Sincerely,
David
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You captured a delightful childhood world of exploring and imagination–just as it should be.
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I think most of my childhood was imaginative play, they miss out on so much now – I wonder what poetry will be like in 50 years …..!
💞Suzanne
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Indeed. What more?
“A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys”
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so many treasures may still be resting on attics… but alas it is drowning in rubish in many cases
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I wish m kids could have seen it
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I loved all of those things, Cheryl, especially reading and blanket tents!
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Imagination created from scratch. Many of today’s kids aren’t allowed that luxury. It’s all pre-digested electronica :(
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And that is shameful
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I agree, we had it all… Your are dating yourself with the victrola and 78 records! :>) I remember them too.
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I never mind dating myself. Who else would?😂
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Ha ha.. me either. No use fooling ourselves and it does become pretty obvious! :>)
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😂
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A beautiful trip down the memory lane
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A happy childhood, so awesome and I’m delighted you had that C!
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I was lucky
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This is delightful! I connect with so much of it…..most especially these words
“tented blankets on the floor
listening to victrola seventy-eight scores”
78 and 33 1/3 vinyl records….those were the days. And yes: I’d strip my bed and move furniture around and then cover it with the blankets and sheets…pulling chairs in from the kitchen. As a mom and grandmother, I also made tents like this for our kids and grandkids. So fun what a little imagination can do!
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Me too. It was great fun
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