Nour Ellahham

Why adults should learn from kids

Growing up, I had the most vivid imagination - as many kids do. At the age of 5, I had completely convinced myself I was a fairy and by age 6 I had transcended into some sort of a combination of Alex Russo and Hermione Granger. Some of my fondest memories are ones of me completely alone in my bedroom, lining up all my toys, and having a tea party with them. The idea of being alone and spending time with myself never struck me as a negative thing. Why would it be? My mind was this wonderful place that made magic possible. If anything, more people could risk ruining the fun.