One of my favorite gifts that I ever got for Christmas as a child was a walkman. Some of you are probably wondering what that is. Back before CDs there were these things called tapes. You could put a tape inside of a walkman (like a CD player) and listen to songs. I would listen to my favorite LeAnn Rimes tape and walk around in circles on this big rug that my parents had. I imagined that I was LeAnn Rimes and that I was singing in front of thousands of people. I would do this for hours, get lost in my imagination and escape reality for awhile. I didn’t care how I sounded, how I looked walking around in circles, or how silly I probably looked with a walkman fastened to my jeans with big headphones on my ears.
Last year I came across that “big rug,” but it seemed so much smaller than what I remembered it to be. As I rolled up the rug to give to a friend I thought of all the concerts I performed on it, and the silly outfits I wore as I performed these concerts for thousands of people. I don’t remember the day when my last concert was. I don’t remember the day when I stopped carrying my walkman around with me because of feeling embarrased of what people would think of me. I don’t remember the day I put the walkman in a drawer permanently to never get out again.
Last year I also came across the walkman. The LeAnn Rimes tape was still in it. Memories flooded back into my mind and I smiled.
Imagination is a very special thing.
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.
Be Fervently Driven