When my sister and I were younger, we used to love to play dollhouse. In fact, it was our favorite pastime and we would play with American girls, mini dolls, and Barbies. I think that by playing, it developed my love for writing stories. As I played, I often had a story-line reeling through my head and would tell my sister what this character was supposed to say here or there and what their responses were to what my character just said.
As I got older, I thought that I was “too old” to play, but I started to miss it too. In my pre-teen years, I began calling our play “using our imagination” and it provided me a way to use my imagination without really thinking I was playing. 🙂
Now I enjoy playing dress-up and dolls with my younger cousins. Never think you are too old to play. Your imagination is a wonderful tool that God has given you to use, not hide away.