I remember being really little and being so creative and imaginative. What happened?
I remember being awake early and sitting in my bed, and my imagination would be inspired just by the look of the blanket and the sheets. It's like I'd get some kind of tunnel vision, and see mountains on an expansive landscape in front of me.
In middle school I'd walk outside every day, returning to a fantasy I'd been waiting for, even mouthing the words the characters were saying
What happeneddd
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Etta
Honestly that's so real