I realised today I rarely daydream anymore.
Or those Sunday afternoons when friends were scarce and my younger brother and I ran out of play ideas. We travelled to the inner most depths of our imagination to dream up fun things to do.
I’m not sure my children ever get the chance to be bored, or ‘waste’ time day dreaming.
With social media and blogging at my fingertips I don’t either.
I miss ‘wasting my time’.
I wonder do my children even know what they are missing?