Middle school age. A friend confessed to me she loved to imagine things. I was overjoyed.
"Me too!" I said.
"It's wonderful," she said. "In my imagination I can be everything I want and do all what I want. If I want to get married, I get married. If I want to be a popular singer, I'm a popular singer."
I was severely disappointed. Getting married? Sing?? You could do these in reality too! What's imagination for, if it wasn't for making space travels, fighting evil warlocks and inventing pills which made it possible to breathe underwater?