There is not a day that goes by that you can’t hear Jonathen run through the house. U in hand, making inspired noises. One day I sat and asked him why he loved it so much and why that shape. Oh how I wish I recorded that conversation. It went a little something like this.
Why do you love this toy so much?
It is the key to my imagination.
Why do you love this shape?
Because each side acts like a handle and I have to paddle them back and forth to make them work.
What happens when you throw it down?
It doesn’t happen very often but lately I loose my imagination, it makes me so frustrated and I just throw it.
Jonathen has the most amazing imagination I have ever met. I never want it to go away. I can remember days and days of his storytelling. I would have a pen in hand and he would work his magic. He couldn’t write and make his imagination go, so I would offer a hand. His stories are magical, so deep, and detailed. I imagine one day in his fancy officem where he is a screen writer or an author, this toy framed on the wall. Or who knows, maybe it will be in his hands.