Children
naturally hyperbolize the world. From their novel point
of view, they experience everyday life in a partial dream state. To a new mind,
reality is a caricature of itself.
The interior of the family car at
night, with all its illuminated controls and aqua-neon readouts, becomes the cockpit of a spaceship.
The doctor's needle looks and feels like a harpoon! Skittles really are pellets
of solidified rainbows.
And
that unfriendly elderly lady down the street, with the overgrown garden from
which you must uneasily retrieve your lost ball, is a terrible plant-woman just
waiting to ensnare you in tendrils, cast some wicked botanical spell, and pot your freckled little ass like
cilantro.
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