concerning the demise if imagination

Concernining the demise of imagination; what is it with poeple these days, If I must hear one more comment on, The time travelar wife, which incluedes the words, toughtouly unbilievable, I may just have yo delare, not unlike niche, imagination is dead. We have lost it somewhere in our internet genrarated univers, its gone on long enough, we must give the universal imagination a shock, with a difribulator.
It is not that we are not creative, but rather one can no longer believe in fairy tales, we are incapable of suspending disbilief, even for the hour or two it takes to tell a story. Even the finer joys of the story where lost on my book club. Must of which got lost in the impossible concept and never fully apreciated, the joy of the story just for the stories sake. Do we no longer, tell tales? or can we in our media drowned world find a point, to dream or imagine an alternative world just for fun?
And Why? at what point in our, individual naratives did we throw out, day dreaming and imaginative persuist as unimportant? One feels, where one lacks imagination, one lack's the simple joy of imagining alternative realities for ourselves and others. I can remembers a child hood filled with, talking rats and tales of secrete gardens , and magical kingdoms and puff and magic dragon , and georges marvelouse medicen, not to mention, revolting rhymes to name but a few favouriets, growing up with a black and white tv, might have hads its percs, the world devised by ones imagination is far more colourfull. I can all to well remember that place at the bottom of the farm where we were pirates, defending our ship, or mariens protecting our forts and so on and on. i vividly remeber being about 6 walking through the forest behind a fiends house with my brother singing "every where we go, people whant to know......" Am i an adult out of touch with reality? No on the contrary, i am able to feel deaply and imagine the plight of people everywhere, precicly because, my mum bother to cultivate out imaginations as widly as possible. Will we as a nation become less human as a result of being unimaginative? one wonders?