Sweet Henry rode with me to pick up "The Cousins" in Austin today.  He is quite the conversationalist, but I have noticed something about his line between fact and fiction.  Today was another reminder of his propensity to become convinced that something happened, when it never did.  We talked about many things during the 3 hour trip, but there was no electronic entertainment at all--not even the radio during the trip.  He named every tractor we saw, we talked about what those tractors are used for, he warned me about the police office that would put me in jail for a LONG LONG time if I was going to fast---the entire 3 hours except for his 30 minute nap were spent talking.

After we arrived in Austin, he proceeded to tell his Uncle Gabe about the movie that we watched while driving here today--complete with title and vivid description.  It never happened.  NOW I do not think he intentionally tells stories, I really think he thinks of these things and become convinced they really happened.  He has a very active imagination.  It is his perception of truth.

It is easy to dismiss this as a child's imagination, and just smile and agree.  When Gabe questioned me about it, I just laughed and said, "Did not happen."  This started me to thinking about the fact that most of us grow out of these fantasies of our youth and learn to discern truth from fiction.  The key word is "Most".  There are those that live in the fantasy world they have created in their heads of what reality is and it is so far from the truth that you wonder where they ever came up with their perception on the truth.  SO if this is their perception and even if it is not truth---is it truth to them?  Does their skewed view of reality become truth if they truly believe it is?  Is there a fine line between fact and fiction after all?


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