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Personal Narrative: A World Without Imagination
What do you think the world would be like without imagination? There would be no Iphone,no car ,no light bulb. The world would be useless to anything. The first humans would be eaten within a day. That is why I think imagination is important. If no one had imagined a machine that tells time the world would be a disaster zone. All presidential elections would be messed up. All peace meetings would be unorganized. No one would have a bed time. No school either. No wars would end.
All because a clock didn’t exist. If no one imagined an electric light bulb we would be in darkness. We would be in darkness everywhere a gas pipe was unavailable. We would be in darkness driving down the road without headlights. We would be in darkness without streetlights
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