Well, the weather is....great...I'm not one that believes we need snow for Christmas. One of my favorite memories is getting this white football for christmas when I was little and able to go into my backyard and kick it around in just a sweatshirt. This ball was great--probably a little over-inflated and I could kick it a mile. I would play fantasy games----I could kick this ball very high and run down the field(probably about 40 or 50 feet) and catch the ball and then avoid fantasy tacklers and get some yardage. My favorite player as a kid was Roger Staubach so the kick returns rarely went for touchdowns because I was Roger dodger to trow the ball to diving Drew Pearson---or even further back, a sprinting Bob Hayes. My imagination was pretty strong and I could play these games for hours. I'm positive the real Cowboys didn't win nearly as often as the Westcott Road Sayer backyard Cowboys did...in fact they may have been undefeated in about 300 or more games in a row! Since I've been asking people to respond to a favorite Christmas memory I figured I'd share one of my own today. Photograph by Richard Sayer.
I think its a wonderful thing, the imagination. As adults, we forget to use it. The true exercise is keeping it alive. As they said in Alice in Wonderland, I like to imagine ten impossible things before breakfast!