No imagination lacking

Yesterday as I was walking my children to school, my six year old struck up an interesting conversation. She told me in a very matter of fact way that she felt she didn't have an imagination. This is particularly funny because of all my children, Chissa has one of the largest and most active imaginations. When I disagreed with her she asked exactly what was an imagination. I explained that it was when you see things differently than they really are. We then discussed at length situations in which she has used her imagination. After about five minutes of silence, she said "I love having a dog. I wonder what it is like to be a dog." Then she went on a diatribe about how if she were born a dog and didn't like being a dog, she would have to learn to be happy with who she was and not wish to be a cat or a bird or a human. She expressed how important it is to be happy with who you are and not wish to be something else. I chuckled a little that this was my child who didn't think she had an imagination and yet here she was, an emotionally challenged dog who is having to come to terms with who she is. From the mind of a six year old.