This poem is based on a real game that I used to play in my bedroom long ago. When I was between seven and twelve years old, I had my own closet with sliding doors. I remember drawing a page of elevator buttons with magic markers to hang right inside. Then, up and down I would go, arranging my room into different scenarios, lost in a world of make believe.
Students - Our imaginations grow only when we use them. What do you like to pretend? Allow your mind to stretch by just playing and making believe. It's fun! And who knows... someday you may decide to write or paint or compose music from a game you grew from your imagination.
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