Julia's afternoon nap ended when she was awakened by a sound outside. She staggered downstairs, groggy and grumpy, and lay down on the sofa, refusing my offer to get her a book and professing annoyance that I wouldn't stop the work I was doing on the computer to play with her.
A few minutes later, as I was winding up my task, she suddenly said, in an incredulous tone, "Daddy, I have a video playing in my mind!"
I laughed. "Which one, honey?"
"Charlie Brown's Christmas!"
"What part?"
"It just started!"
Can you remember a time when your ability to imagine or remember was novel?