Imagination
I have followed Alice down the rabbit hole many times before. The earliest instance was while I was in elementary school. I had grown tired of staying in my room, staring at the ceiling, so instead, I shrunk myself down and walked through a large, rectangular portal. At first, I was temporarily amazed when I landed in a bathtub full of marshmallows. No one else was around me except for a talking Chesire cat I named Imagination. After having a friendly conversation with her, I learnt that she too had chanced upon this door after chasing an invisible rat . Imagination and I instantly bonded and proceeded on our numerous adventures together in Wonderland.
I travelled with her to the Boro Grove, carefully avoiding the perfumed flowers so we wouldn't grow into trees, and the Whispering woods in search of the forget me knot plant I hoped to give my friend, Color the Unicorn, as a birthday present.
These adventures have made me fall in love with Imagination and understand her importance. To me she was in the form of a cat but many others might have met her in different forms such as invisible friends when they were children. Imagination was my friend who added color to the dull perspective of life. Without her, I would not have dreamt of such wonders nor would I have conceptualized a better world I aspire to build. Imagination is the root of my ideas that I someday hope to make realities.