Two paths diverged in the woods...

Imaginative formation, reading to children, and selling fear

In what has become a hackneyed cliche to use for graduation speeches, Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken,” is often read as the pinnacle of personal choice. I’d like to think about it in terms of imaginative formation. Here it is:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down …