How do you feed your inner child?
Where does inspiration come from? It’s a question often asked but I sometimes feel that this question masks the deeper question, that is where does the imagination come from and why?
I was watching Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory the other day. No, not the Johnny Depp, Tim Burton version, the Gene Wilder version. It got me thinking about when I was a child and first read the book by Roald Dahl. There was something very wonderful and innocent about Dahl’s stories, despite the darkness that could be in them too. I remember reading the book and enjoying it so much because it tapped into a place in my imagination that seemed so lively and interesting, a place where good would win out in the end but the journey would be confusing and perilous. Above all, there was something that seemed so unrestrained about Roald Dahl.
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