What ever happened to imagination?

Green horses, blue grass, red stars...that sort of thing.

Who says that crayon marks have to be kept within the lines?

Who makes those kinds of rules for the rest of us?

When we had bacon and eggs for dinner I used to think we could get arrested. When I stepped on a crack and nothing happened to my mother's back, I began to wonder about those 'rules.'

Were they made up to make sure children did not stray too far from the beaten path.

Ah, but the road not taken. It could have made all the difference.