Originally Posted by BajaGringo
I know you are going to laugh at this but go ahead, I am used to it. I remember when I was a kid my dad would bring home these HUGE boxes used to cover refrigerators. They were heavy, thick and much stronger than the boxes typically used today. I would spend hours creating a fort, space ship or just a private hideaway, cutting holes for windows and making a doorway in. Using magic markers I would make the inside anything I wanted and it was more fun than any toy they could have bought. I saw a photo the other day my mom took back in the early 60's of one of my "Space Ships". It was quite an invention and I remember friends begging for me to "let them in".
Creativity in that regards is lost with a lot of kids today. They just turn on the video game...
A piece of notebook paper and a marker turned the back of the bus seat in front of me and my freind into the cockpit of Fireball XL5. I took on the character role of Robby the Robot.
A picknick table bench became a high-performance jet fighter for me, long before I ever heard of Snoopy and his "Sopwith Camel".
A small, circular clearing in the woods was our time machine. If you rode your bicycle clockwise, you went forward in time. Ride counter-clockwise to go back.
I simple click-style inckpen clicker mechanizm was a three stage rocket that got me into trouble in 2nd grade as it traveled skyward, pushed by my hand until the teach called "Yes Bobby, what do you need?". I needed more work to take up my time as my assignment was completed and I was day dreaming of space, evidently.
Imagination was/is a truly great asset. It can turn stick into a sword, or a picknick bench into a jet fighter. I now try to inspire that imagination and creativity for others. I organized and made a reality our town's anual cardboard sled race. This year will be our fifth. It's a whole lot of fun for the twenty-five or so teams that participate every year. We're just trying to figure out how to get more people involved.
I too thank you for inspiring those long ago memories.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North