Whenever I watch my son play with his toys I feel a tingle run through my body’s a good tingle that makes me smile and not want this moment to end.

When he takes out his toy cars, places them next to one another on the road on his rug, goes “red, ash, ash, go!” (Yellow and Green are Ash is seems) and begins racing them around the roads and keeping his face to the same level as the cars I smile and that tingle rushes over me. It’s because I’m proud of his new found imagination, his creative thinking to make up a race using the traffic lights on the rug and the zebra crossing as a start/finish line.

You see imagination in play is a key thing for children. I’m a very artsy person with a bit imagination and even as a teenager when I put my iPod on in the car I’d picture some of my favourite video games characters racing us on the motorway. Imagining their own world is magical to see as a parent, just shows you don’t need to spend a ton of money on a pretend city or whatever when some cheap cars and a rug is just the same to them, just we can’t see it in the way they can see it. And that’s what I love.