Imagination

I saw my nephew playing in the yard today. It was really interesting to watch him. Why? you ask, because he was the incredible Hulk that's why! I know he was just pretending, but in his mind he really was the HULK. He had super strength and he was invincible. I wish I could pretend like that. I feel like I lost a vital part of my imagination when I hit 15, I think that was the turning point, when I realized how drab it was to pretend. Really though, when does pretending just become a sad realization that you may never have what you want. Isn't that was it really is? My nephew will never really have super strength, unless he gets bitten by some radioactive spider, or falls into a vat of nuclear waste, which is quite likely I suppose....in a comic book!  The kid can have anything he wants right now, but when will he actually realize, what a horrible tease the imagination really is?