It Makes You What You AreImagination is a wonderful and beautiful gift. God blessed me with an extremely active one. I had a imaginary friend named Lizzie when I was four. Lizzie and I would carry on conversations quite often. She was even a bridesmaid at my wedding to a giant stuffed monkey named Chopper (I was five, okay?). I belive I had Lizzie up until I was six. Then I never talked to her again. But I have never forgotten her. Not because at every family reunion my mom tells stories about it. Not because I think of her every time I eat cotten candy. Not because I remind myself of her every time I hear someone say I want to steal the stars and hide them in a jar under my bed (long story). It's because she made me who I am. Lizzie agreed with everything I said. If I had my heart set on catching a lizard and inviting it to my birthday party, Lizzie would encourage me. And if Lizzie once swore she saw a mermaid we would devise a plan to catch it. I love any kind of reptile and I belive in mermaids. Some people don't know it, but your imagination can push you forward or pull you backward. And I'm proud to say mine has pushed me forward.
superkitty17 31-35, F 1 Response 0 Aug 5, 2012