Imagination shrinks me till I am very small
And buildings made of Lincoln Logs now seem so awfully tall.
Every nook and cranny a place to now explore,
The world looks awfully different when you’re only inches from the floor.
Then later when I get tired of that little point of view
I imagine that I am big again - big like me and you.
No longer is my world a place where I must crawl,
Now my imagined cares and troubles are not so big at all.
Greg Olsen - 2002
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