As a kid I went to horse riding lessons (briefly - they clashed with some scifi cartoon I was mad on at the time). At lesson two they asked us to recall the names of the tack on the horses we were sat on. For my turn they pointed at the strip of leather over the creature's nose. I drew a blank. They tried to help with "Think of something you'd conduct." I racked my brain and said, with more than a note of doubt it has to be said, "Orchestra?"

That's right folks, clearly there is a strap of material wrapped around a horse that is too important to simply be called a band. Noooo I had to middle-class it up didn't I.
 

Also, about 6 months ago, the good lady Antfarm asked our wee gazelle how he came up with so many good ideas ("I've got a good idea" being his phrase of choice at the time - these good ideas invariably involved some way of allowing him to play with stuff he shouldn't or past his bath time). His reply, with all seriousness and with mucho earnestness was "I've got magic in my head."

I was out voted with my dunking and/or stake-burning ideas.
 

When my spouse (sshhhhh no names) was young he understood the word imagination to be "magic nation", which I find to be quite descriptive.