Children are amazing in the way they create and imagine.

When I was a little girl growing up, I would play with these tiny creatures I found in the dirt. I even gave them a name, I called them chiggers. These are not to be confused with the reddish mites that live in grassland, mine lived in the soil. I had so much fun with them. My imagination ran wild. They could talk back, answer questions, and become anything I needed them to be.

To imagine, for a child, is like walking into an endless story filled with possibilities. Children see, what we as adults, have lost sight to see. They are not afraid to dream. For them, dreaming is believing and creating a world within our world.

As we get older, we forget to dream. We pack our dreams away, forgotten like a dusty old suitcase. What happens to the laughter, the imagination, the spark? I wonder if, as we age, fear replaces the willingness to dare.

Dreaming and imagination are the fuel of life. They give energy to purpose and open us up to the impossible — just like the child who finds a shiny stone or a colourful treasure in the dirt.

Remember to capture your dreams the way you did long ago.