When I was a young girl I saw a rabbit in the moon even though everyone else insisted it was a man in the moon (all the books I read talked about the man, but all I could ever see was the rabbit).
I had a great imagination as a child. I could see the airplane that crashed in the canyon that led down to the beach; the shadows at night had faces and voices, some were scary demons, but others were my friends.
As we grow older, that ability to see is slowly trained out of us until we have to face the reality of the world rather than the amazing things we can see with our eyes and our minds. I wish that instead of being told what is and is not, that our teaches trained us to see more wisely with the imagination.
http://cabinet-of-wonders.blogspot.com/2008/01/shapes-of-things-we-see.html#links
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rabbit
Can you see the rabbit in the moon?
