When I was small, I think I had a hard time discerning between being imaginative and making stuff up. My parents would ask me for an explanation as to why I did something but rarely liked my answer! Was I just a little liar or was my imagination that intense? Children should be encouraged to use their imagination and there’s hardly anything more fulfilling than a lazy afternoon, lying in the grass, daydreaming…As adults, do we still take the time to do this? I’m pretty sure we don’t but I think it’s one of the best ways to save our sanity in this hyped-up world. Famed writer and philosopher Mark Twain said “You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” Even though I am an adult, I often find my mind wandering from this to that, creating scenarios, wondering what if, etc. Am I crazy or healthy? Nuts or happy? A liar or just good at making stuff up? Lay in the grass with a child and dream….