Do you know, when I first read this question, I felt quite sad, as I struggled to find things I 'believed' in when I was a little girl. I came into the world quite 'street wise' and was not going to be fooled by anyone or anything!! I was a bright little spark.
But as I considered this question I slowly began in my mind's eye to stroll down the streets of the small towns I lived in as a little child.
In those days; the 50's, in the midlands of Ireland, if a car drove down the street, we would stop to look and see who the stranger might be, and what are they doing in our little town, I believed that they were usually some princes or princesses from far off countries coming to see where I lived, as I believed that I was a special princess, who had been adopted by these people in this place.
I remember 'knowing' that my dog and our cats and our hens could understand me when I sang softly to them. And I understood them as they whispered their secrets to me.
I believed that the faces I could see in the clouds were special people who were always watching out for me. And they would change expression as the clouds shifted and changed.
I believed that catholic nuns in our school, didn't have feet like normal people; that they moved about on magic skates, which were hidden under their long and heavy black habits.
Most of all, I believed that there were little people, ( like the borrowers! ) whom I discovered when I grew up ) (the book The Borrowers I mean) .
Anyway, these little people lived in a world under my big heavy eiderdown. Every night I loved to escape to my bedroom at the top of the house, climb into my bed, and go under the blankets and meet each one. There was a whole town under the eiderdown, with streets and street lamps which came on at night, and everyone in the little town had a name, and I became small like them, and we played, and played for hours until I drifted off to sleep.
What a delightful question today.......
I know that my imagination is such a gift, when we are too 'street wise' to be caught up with things such as the moon is following me.
I think it was the poet Keats who said "I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of the imagination".
Therein lies the truth.
Clare
QaR
October 2008 
Clare
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