My daughter taught me the game of What If? I don’t know where she learned it and wouldn’t be surprised if it was a product of her genius imagination. She instinctively knew that she created reality from her thoughts. She created a companion named Charlie when she was a toddler. Charlie could do many astounding things and was never consistent in his/her behavior, age and feelings. Charlie existed for my daughter.
He/she provided alibis for any perceived transgressions. If my daughter was confronted with misbehavior she would proclaim her innocence with , “Charlie did it.”
During her preteen years Charlie faded away to be replaced by an imagined horse that soon became a high maintenance reality . Triffy was a white Half Arabian who adored her as much as Charlie had. They formed a visible bond that performed with grace and won horse shows.
The What If game appeared during her late teens along with an attraction for boys and proceeded into the college years.
A typical game would sound like this:
“What If humans didn’t have arms? Would we pick up food with our feet or eat on the floor like the dogs. Maybe we would have caregivers who feed us. . . Ewww – that would be gross. I’m happy to have arms with hands. “
“What if a man on the airplane gave me his first class seat, would I take it? Really mom, it happened. I flew home first class from college. I like first class. No I don’t have his ticket we switched seats on the plane. Why wont you believe me?” Maybe it was her delighted grin but I eventually did believe her and learned that the magic is in believing What If can become reality.