Imagination shrinks me till I am very small, And buildings made of Lincoln Logs now seem so awfully tall. Every nook and cranny a place to now explore, The world looks awfully different when you're only inches from the floor. Then later when I get tired of that little point of view, I imagine that I am big again--big like me and you. No longer is my world a place where I must crawl, Now my imagined cares and troubles are not so big at all.