So I've been thinking back to my childhood recently when I realized something weird. I used to tell my mom stories about how my school was magical or how my teddy came to life and brought me to the land of chocolates or something like that. My mom used to tell me what an active imagination I have.
Now? I'll bet you if I tell the exact same story to her, she'd call me a bloody liar. So my question to the escapist is this: At what point in a child's life does it change from "Active Imagination", to "Bloody Liar"? Or are they more or less the same thing?
Now? I'll bet you if I tell the exact same story to her, she'd call me a bloody liar. So my question to the escapist is this: At what point in a child's life does it change from "Active Imagination", to "Bloody Liar"? Or are they more or less the same thing?