I'd appreciate it if you all could take a look at this and tell me if it's any good.
****
There is a place I know that is full of the impossible, the beautiful, the wonderful. It holds many secrets tucked away in the corners, stories to be unburied, unspoken truths. It is a place where I can play during times of boredom or in sleepless nights without worry of discovery or danger. The best part? I need go no further than my own mind.
The first (intentional) escapades in my mind began as I started reading. I constantly rewrote the stories I had read or heard, eventually taking the basic mold and shaping it into a playroom for my own amusement. I could spend hours leading friends through the worlds I had grown, frolicking in the yard with only the limits of my imagination holding me back.
As I grew up, I saw my friends begin to shun our pretend worlds and turn towards other games, but I chose to let my game grow. Years passed and I started writing stories from scratch-all in my head-and, when I had a dull moment, continued to explore them, bringing them to life as they filled with detail until I could get lost and simply wander for ages, questing about for something new to add until everything was in place.
Although many people my age refuse to encourage their imaginations-believing that such behavior is childish-television or movies to entertain them, I have learned that the imagination gives one the chance to test the limits of his endurance.
****
There is a place I know that is full of the impossible, the beautiful, the wonderful. It holds many secrets tucked away in the corners, stories to be unburied, unspoken truths. It is a place where I can play during times of boredom or in sleepless nights without worry of discovery or danger. The best part? I need go no further than my own mind.
The first (intentional) escapades in my mind began as I started reading. I constantly rewrote the stories I had read or heard, eventually taking the basic mold and shaping it into a playroom for my own amusement. I could spend hours leading friends through the worlds I had grown, frolicking in the yard with only the limits of my imagination holding me back.
As I grew up, I saw my friends begin to shun our pretend worlds and turn towards other games, but I chose to let my game grow. Years passed and I started writing stories from scratch-all in my head-and, when I had a dull moment, continued to explore them, bringing them to life as they filled with detail until I could get lost and simply wander for ages, questing about for something new to add until everything was in place.
Although many people my age refuse to encourage their imaginations-believing that such behavior is childish-television or movies to entertain them, I have learned that the imagination gives one the chance to test the limits of his endurance.
