When my daughter Maddy was little she used to run around the house in her diamanté tiara, pink sparkly wand in hand, pretending she was a princess with special magical powers. It brought her no end of delight making spells that would turn her three brothers into ugly toads and then, when they bowed to her royal demands or she was simply feeling magnanimous, she would turn them into handsome princes on horseback, less the horses. My sons always played along and together they'd entertain themselves for hours in an imaginary world of fairies and pirates, dinosaurs and unicorns.
Of course, by the time most of us have reached the age of double-digits, we've come to think of make-believe as child's play. All well and good for a four year old, but a childish indulgence we can ill-afford by the time we reach adulthood and grown-up concerns press in. We have careers to forge. Bills to pay. Family to support. Responsibilities to fulfil.
There's no doubt, keeping up with ‘grown-up' challenges in our increasingly pressure-laden world can often leave little time or energy for imaginative play, much less outright dreaming. ‘What's the point?' people often say when I ask them to imagine what their dream life would look like.
But there is a point. The point is that before anything can be created in the world, it must first ...