All of my life I have made up stories inside
my mind. I've done this for many reasons. . . one reason was to
entertain my siblings. Nights in the little town of Johnsondale
can be quite long to young minds. . . so I told my little brothers and
sisters stories sometimes to settle them.
Seems kind of silly now. I had to hoard away paper to draw out silly pictures and write down stories to go with them. Those days seem so simple looking back on them now.
I also use those stories for survival. . . when I find life to difficult out in the world - I sink back into my mind and make my thoughtful world real. . . at least inside my own mind it becomes real for a little while. . .