My imagination went on a vacation
I was a pretty strange kid. Whether I was sitting in the classroom or just casually walking outside, my brain never stopped daydreaming about the strangest things. I would take even the smallest of gestures and turn it into a wild chain of events. I had a real talent for turning the tiniest moments into full-blown, life-altering disasters or miracles in my head. I used to think it was somewhat of a curse back then, thinking that it somewhat detached me from reality, when it actually spurred my creativity. This seriously reminds me of when I used to lose myself in books. From Geranimo Stiltion, to the magic tree house, I would read anything related to fantasy. Reading wasn’t just a way to pass the time, it was an escape almost, a gateway between life and dreams. From fueling my imagination, sparking strange ideas, and turning things into a grand adventure, reading was magical back then. With all the things now, reading doesn’t feel the same. It almost feels like a chore, and ev...