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Are we killing Imagination?

  What makes a person have a vivid — writable — imagination?  It seems to me that most authors are generally over thirty years old (Please, don’t send me emails with copies of your birth certificates, or call Donald Trump! If you are published and younger awesome for you! But this is a generalization for the intent of this discussion)  Back when we were kids, we were sent outside to play, not told to “Go watch T.V and leave me alone”  Or  “here is the latest and greatest gadget, go play with it”.  Now don’t get me wrong, technology is wicked.  It’s necessary.  I enjoy it.  But what kind of harm is it going to cause in the long run?  Are kids going to want to be authors when they grow up?  Are they encouraged to use their imaginations, think outside the box, and create?

Using myself as an example, I find I lack some imagination.  That is not to say that I don’t have any at all, I do, I do.  I just know my limits.  I am not on par with the creative awesomeness of authors like J.R Tolkien, J.D Robb,  George R.R Martin, or Fab duo Ilona Andrews.  (Yes, Ilona and Gordon, I put your world building up there with the masters, swallow it down; I’m not crazy)  Back to my point.  Crap, where was I going with this.  See?  THIS is my problem.,  Over the years I have developed this IHKs.  Never heard of IHKs?  It stands for “I have kids”. (and as a point here, this whole post those acronyms were IKD… Which I could have sworn stood for I have kids, but yea um no.)  Don’t believe kids deplete your brain mojo? Ask any parent of a child under ten.  I have four of the little brain suckers, and let me tell you, I’m lucky if I can form a coherent sentence.  I should probably have someone look over this post before hitting publish– it makes sense to me, but could sound like gibberish to everyone else out there in blog land.

Off topic again.  So, my point was about imagination, but I needed a reference point to start my musings.  Today’s kids.  Are we killing their imaginations?  As parents of the digital age, and mindless entertainment (“Reality T.V anyone? I swear just thinking the word “reality TV” causes me to lose a few coveted brain cells).  By allowing our youths to watch countless hours of TV, Movies and playing video games that don’t require them to think for themselves, are we demolishing the future of our great inventive authors?  By telling them what to think, what to do, how to do it, and when to do it, are we creating robots?  (Please, let’s not turn this into a parent against parent battle, I have no desire to hash parenting with anyone)

My Kids watch T.V.  More than I would like them too.  But they also have such cool imaginations and play neat games with each other, and have no idea what an IPOD is, or Nintendo Or *gasp* WII.  They think “WE” as in our family, not “WII” who are you blasting now, and how many have you killed in such and such a game.  I’m sure their school friends will educate them in all they are lacking, but I hope not.  I want to tell you a funny story about my eldest.  She wants to be a horse.  She runs around all day galloping (Much like in Stephenie Plum novels, it’s almost funny) She neigh’s and whines.  Ties everything she can possibly get her hands on into reigns {For real, I should take pictures, she took ALL of our shoelaces, and now we have NONE!)  So anyways, back to the story, last year we had a dog, his name was Sampson.  Cutest Wheaton Terrier.  We used to tie him out a few times a day for a little bit (again, keep the mean mail to yourself, I had 4 under 6–one a newborn, plus the dog was still a dam puppy) SO… I went out to check on my eldest who was playing in the driveway and she had taken a rope out of the garage and tied it around her waist.  Tied herself to a pole.  And was running around the pole in circles barking mad at the bicyclists riding down the road.  Yup.  She was.  Cutest little blonde girl, barking at the bikes.  I can’t wait to tell her future boyfriends about it.  When I asked her what she was doing, she replied with  “Seeing what it’s like to be a dog mom!”  Can’t argue with that now can I?

My middle daughter loves to make up songs.  She’s five.  They mostly include how she loves her youngest brother (about to turn one year old) and doesn’t care much for her three-year old brother.  She also loves unicorns.  She has a barn with a whole herd of them. They live in the forest, and she takes them grain and water, and rides out in the middle of the night with them. Sometimes they fly.  They also sparkle.  No, she has never seen twilight.

We encourage free thinking.  We ask them questions and see what they come up with for answers.  We want them to think and question, be able to process information and circumstances. I’m afraid for the youth. Today I was at a birthday party and there were a few girls there who were maybe around eight to ten.  They sat down, didn’t play and were just texting. Texting! When did being a kid become so wrong? Who told these kids to grow up so freaking fast?  When trying to engage them in conversation, I got “why are you interrupting me, you crazy old person”  looks (because every thirty year old mom looks old to the under fifteen crowd LOL)  SO I started thinking about it, and started wondering, and decided to blog about it and see what others thought.  Don’t be afraid, let your opinion be known.  I value opinions and love debate.  Trust me when I say that I am so far from a perfect parent.  I do and say things that once they leave my mouth I cringe and wonder what on earth has gotten into me.  I blame lack of sleep.  and IHK.

Are we killing imagination?  How can we foster it?  Is it something that we are born with? Or something we can learn?  Is it nurtured or ingrained?  What do you think?

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