The following is a real conversation I had with an 8 year old today.
8 year old: I wonder if that was a dream or if it happened?
Girl on the Contrary: When what happened?
8 year old: When the thing happened that I’m not sure happened because it might have been a dream.
Girl on the Contrary: Ok. But what happened? What was the thing that happened?
8 year old: What happened happened. The thing. Do you think it was a dream? Or did it happen?
Girl on the Contrary: That’s a difficult question. I guess I would have to know what the what was.
8 year old: Exactly. The what that happened, did it really happen or was it a dream?
Girl on the Contrary: I totally get you. You are an 8 year old version of me. Or you are me. Is this a dream?
8 year old: Maybe.
So there you have it. I am an 8 year old. Everything this kid said made total sense to me and exploring these issues was endlessly fascinating. I’m not sure whether to be proud of this or ashamed of it. I think I will take an optimistic view of things and go with proud.