I have a nephew, Ken, who has just turned four years old. He has been the apple of my eye ever since he was born. I always love his company because he is so adorable and funny. What he does or says always amuses me. He is fond of me, too. When his mother (my sister) asks him, “Who do you want to get married to?” he always answers “Haru-chan” shyly. During my wedding party one year ago, he held my hand all the time, so some guests thought I had already had a kid!
Ken is quite talkative and likes to tell me his secrets from time to time. A year ago,when he was three years old, his secrets often came out of his imagination. For example, he would tell me about the ghost in his house who was always tickling him and made him laugh. One day he said to me, “It is just between you and me, but I go to work while mom and dad are asleep.” Pretended to be surprised,“You do? Do you have any coworker?”I said.“Yes, she is three months old”, he answered proudly. With these stories, I was often amused by how he was blessed with a vivid imagination and he wanted to share it with me.
Now that he has turned four, he seems to have realized the difference between the imaginary and real worlds. Last time I talked to him, he said to me “I don’t know if I want to go to elementary school when I grow up.” I asked why in surprise, because I knew he had always looked forward to it. He answered sheepishly “Because I heard what they are studying there is difficult”. “You can do it! It’s a very fun place and you’ll do great. I want to go there again”, I answered, thinking it was the sign of growing up. He now worries about the thing in the real world! Then he looked up at me and said “Then can you be smaller again, and we can go there together.” Well, it seems that he now lives between the real world and imaginary world.