As a little boy, I used to spin round and round and make noises while waving my hands back and forth in the air. Everybody called it 'explosions'. They didn’t understand it so they just laughed and let me continue without asking too many questions. They figured it must be a passing phase. I remember them asking: “Alon, will you still be making explosions when you’re twenty?” And I replied, “yes.” Looking for a way to retrieve the focus.
I remember what those explosions were, it was my imagination expressed in the most liberated way I could come up with. I would run in circles, making sounds, as I conjured up music, stories, worlds and scenarios in my head. I would think, pretend, imagine, and let thoughts run wild.
In fact, I have never stopped making explosions.
The only difference is that today, everyone can hear them.