Frightened children are provided a measure of sympathy when scared by nightmares in the middle of the night. But as children age, adults expect the child’s imagination to shrivel up, just as theirs once did.
Childish whims – both nightmares and wishful dreams – are to dry out like parched scarecrows, fit to be burned and forgotten so that real worries and real hopes can take their place. There is only homework and grades, graduation and college. Marriage, bills, and divorce.
Kill your imagination, sweet child. Kill it with your own hands. There is no place for such a thing in the adult world. Kill your imagination, sweet child, for it has no use; there is nothing to believe outside of what we see. So, grow up. Grow up, as we have done, and let your imagination stay behind.