The feeling is familiar: the monotony, the dry boredom of being a kid with nothing to do. The room is slow-motioned, muted. Time passes on unbothered. But the three young kids are restless; they can’t stay still.
Suddenly, it dawns on them that behind them lies a chest. They open it. Inside is their kind of treasure – props, toys, costumes – and their heads are filled with possibilities.
The room is the beach, the couches are towering sand dunes over which lies the open ocean. Binoculars afford kaleidoscopic views. A cape and goggles are the uniform of the grand explorer, a Native American headdress the high honor of a great warrior, a sword the arming against the unknown.
Straddling a world of youthful play and galactic wonder in a dazzling hypnosis, their minds can't be stopped, can't be put away.