Since childhood Alice in Wonderland (by Lewis Carroll) has continued to top my list of favourites. I love the whimsical world of imagination. A place where perspectives are turned upside-down to reveal any possibility. I also really love the tea party. (Tea has also topped my list of favourites since childhood – I always wondered why waiters would smile so much when I ordered a pot of tea instead of a soda).

Childhood is a magnificent time, where imagination drives reality, anything really is possible. I love listening to Owen’s (age 4) stories and being apart of his imaginary play. I think to myself but trains don’t fly and I don’t think your teacher was eaten by a dinosaur (this was Owen’s response when I wondered why his teacher had left). I of course play along with his imaginary play and bask in it. How wonderful to believe that anything is possible.

I am not the first to ask the question: when do we stop believing in the impossible? I assume is very subjective and different for everyone.

“Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

– Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Sometimes we forget to believe not just what is possible but what is impossible. I have added this quote to our ‘sticky note wall of wisdom‘. A reminder to believe in the impossible.

Happy page turning and imagining x