Miki's essay on imagination
I thought you might enjoy reading this essay by a friend of mine in Florida about her imagination. I used to live across the street from Miki and her mother, Betsy Williams and was a good friend of Miki's grandmother, Mary. Miki is in high school and doing very well. I was thrilled to read this wonderful piece about how her mind works. It is reprinted with permission. Go, girl! You may be an author someday.
Imagination
I've always been told to not act my shoe size. My shoe size is eight, sometimes eight and a half. As an eight year old, I believed in fairies, Santa, goblins, and dragons. I still do.
Having a child’s imagination always seems to get me through the day. I'll be sitting in class watching everyone bored out of their minds, yet I'll have images of flying chipmunks and multi-colored skies. There are never dull moments in my head. Even when math class has everybody down I am an aquatic bird soaring through the deep sea and with my night vision I see a medley of colors. Those creepy squids and eels try to eat me but in my mind I am safer than if I was in the a dark alley.
I tell my friends stories of animals with sixteen heads. They don't believe me. They have all grown out of their childhood beliefs, all of their creative juices gone, but not me. I have the mental maturity of a fifteen year old and the imagination of an eight year old. At least that’s what my friends say. I however think that I am just right. It’s the rest of my peers that are wrong. They just want to seem older by ditching their childhood too soon. Which is not only completely immature if you think about it but just plain dumb. I plan to skip every dull moment by delving deep into my subconscious for a wild fantasy adventure.
The thought of other children like me not believing in snowmen that come to life or enchanted glades filled with elves makes me sad. I think to myself, where has all the fun and excitement in your life gone? I think about magical tree houses that lead to magical lands in the clouds where only me and my imaginary friends can go before I sleep each night, my friends think about sex. I dream about partying with aliens in space, my friends dream about partying with alcohol.
There is no doubt in my mind that if I were not to think and live with these beautiful thoughts that I would be a very boring teenager who idols Brittany Spears instead of Sponge Bob Square Pants, of whom I plan on marrying one day.
Miki M.

