• My childhood was a blurred mixture of imaginary worlds and enchanting creations
    I was a bird-when I saw an open sky I just flew away
    Disappearing into a daydream
    Like my lunch time sandwiches, my days were packed with bologna
    I frequently lost myself in fantasies
    Where I was constantly filled with delight on my adventures to far away castles,
    Never resting long enough to be bored
    When occupied with magical jungles, I was swept away from reality
    I escaped life as much as possible
    I loved my fantasy worlds,
    I found peace when I could go anywhere, and do anything
    The moment I entered my make-believe world, I no longer had to pretend to be something I wasn’t
    I had no secrets.