If only I could remember those times
If only I could remember those times
Does being in junior high school count as being a child? If so I had a very specific "fantasy world" that I would visit at night. Very specific and adult...
I always pretended I was different animals when I was little... and I was quite obsessed with the Neverending Story..
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Absolutely, yes. Music was always the vehicle of transportation for me. I'd put on the headphones and be whisked away. The fantasy was elaborate, taking place on two worlds...the real world and the fantasy world. In part of this dream I was marooned on this world by my enemies to clear the way to the Throne of the High King; the mastermind behind my banishment being my evil twin (of course) but a twin who was only marginally related to me. It was a smattering of The Man in the Iron Mask, Arthurian legend, Time Bandits, with a bit or two of other fantasy literature and a pinch or two of scifi thrown in. Maybe one day I'll write about it...if I can motivate myself to continuously write anything and figure a way to weed out the childish cliches' without completely deflating the story.
And like Rube, I was in middle school when mine started up too.
Around the age of six, I became obsessed with the idea of being Chinese. For about a year I spoke in jibberish trying to imitate what I perceived as the most wonderful sounds of creation. I also wore my karate gee everywhere, including the supermarket. I was certainly in my own world...and drove my mom insane. I also got my cousins to do the same thing after one Christmas and my aunt got pretty upset because it took them so long to stop (several weeks). I think the phase had something to do with being a product of so many eighties action movies.
!!! my photobucket is on maintenance, or I'd put some cartwheeling bears here. That's exactly what still happens to me and Japan. One could blame Kurosawa or Akutagawa or Bashyo or Hokusai, but actually nobody is to blame but our perverted selves! Did you go as far as to learn the language?
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I was just about to say, I still have one!! Usually I am told that this "other"world is not real or that it is a fantasy world by other people...
I belive it is quite real, it is just that it is so fantastic and different than the more mundane (generally speaking) one that occupies most of my day.
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Jean, I did not go so far as to learn the language. I really didn't have the means, and remember it was something my mom was trying to stop. I have since come to appreciate the culture for several more substantive reasons. I'm glad you guys thought it was funny. It really was a blast. I was a sight to see at the supermarket. Watching "The Karate Kid" brings back a lot of those memories. As well as a host of other movies...
No, when I was a child everyday was sex, drugs, and Rock 'n Roll. But when I was ten, I was forced to go to rehab.
As a child, and still am as an adult, I am a solitary person for the most part. Was never good at making friends in the real world so I had imaginary friends. The places we went in my mind. I have a great imagination.
I had imaginary friends, too. Some of them were humans and some of them were animals. Wherever I went a great deal of imaginary creatures followed me.
Roland would have understood.
Also, why do the imaginary friends have to cease after re-hab?
isn;t one of the 12 steps to renounce imaginary friends?
Not if they're your higher power.
now there's a good point my non-imaginary friend.
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