The perils of imagination

21 August

Do you remember singing a song in school assembly which went:
Think of a world without any flowers,
think of a wood without any trees,
think of a sky without any sunshine,
think of the air without any breeze:…?

Bleak. It got worse; it went on to there being no people or houses. “no-one to love and nobody to care”. As an over-imaginative child of five, this hymn was guaranteed to fill my head with worries which loomed particularly large once my bedtime story was over and my quasi-bunnikins lamp was switched off.

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