My kids keep my inner child alive and well. They both have beautiful imaginations which nourish my own. On this warm autumn day, we spent a good while at play. In our elm tree, my daughter perched herself with a clementine clutched in her hand. After a quick nibble of fruit, she called “Look!” as she jumped acrobatically from the tree’s trunk onto the grassy ground below. She was a lemur and her imitation was convincing. Inspired by the many sticks in our yard, I made fairy furniture for her. We put a secret fairy door at the base of the tree and wondered where it might lead. She suggested there was a trap door farther inside leading below the roots to keep the residents safe during a storm. My son is humming a tune as he staples sheets of paper into little books and illustrates them. He wants a secret door of his own so I promised to make him one. I am thankful for this time with my children and thankful for maintaining a sense of wonder. A person is never ever too old to play.