As a little boy, I used to spin round and round and make noises while waving my hands back and forth in the air. My family called it 'explosions'. They didn’t understand why I was doing it or what it was, they giggled and let me continue without asking too many questions. They figured it must be a passing phase. They were always asking: “Alon, will you still be making explosions when you’re twenty?” And I replied, “yes!” I looked for a way to retrieve the focus.
I remember what those 'explosions' were, it was my raw imagination expressed in the most liberated way. I conjured up music, stories, films and scenarios in my head. I imagined worlds, places and characters to details. I would think, pretend, imagine, and let thoughts run wild.
I have never stopped making 'explosions'.
The only difference is that today, everyone can hear them.