When you were a child, what mattered most? The feeling of security when you were with your parents? That shiny toy you received and played with until it broke, so you had to pretend it was something else? Or was it that idea you had, at which you formed and molded until it became your life today?

How many of us picked up a stick, and pretended to be a knight? How many of us threw water, and pretended to be a wizard, warlock, or witch? As children, the smallest of things would open up our minds to what was there, and change it into a world of our own.... As children, we would see the colored squares in the stores, and hop from one to the other, pretending the white squares were openings to a lava pit, or even a bottomless chasm.

As kids, we had our ideas, and we had our ways.... How many of us utilized that and created something?

In 4th grade, we wrote stories and read them to the class almost all the time. Mine were good, but most kids were better. It was that passion that, now that I think about it, gave me the want to write more today. Im not an artist, thats why I turned around and wrote. I put feelings onto paper, and I turned Ideas into stories

When I was a kid, I pretended that stuff was there, when it really was not. I saw things that nobody else did, but does that mean that their not real?

Imagination is something we all need.... Art is the result of imagination, and just because you cant look at a story or poem and see a picture instantly, doesn't mean its not art. The base of Art is Imagination. The base of Imagination, is a mind. The Square Root of a mind, is the person itself. Using this, we see that Everyone is different, which we already know. Everyone being different, makes every mind different. Every mind thats different, means different imaginations. Different imaginations creates different arts

Theres so much that...... Its.......... What we did back then, made us who we are today.......... Is that something worth changing?



Dream- Something we imagine to happen. Usually has a chance of coming true

Wish- Something we want to happen. Usually has a chance of coming true


This world is a sad one. Its filled with hatred against people and ideas...... Fear for people and ideas........ Violence against people and ideas.......... Theres just so much........ My wish... is to change the world... Everything starts small, so I know its not going to be me... But I can at least work with people today..... Its not going to be soon, I know... But..... One day..... The world will be different. I wish I could say it would be filled with kindness and people who die by age and not guns, but thats...... As much as I hate the word...... Thats impossible. People will still be human, and humans posses all the feelings: good and bad. We would still hate, we would still love....... But one day, it will be on a slightly lower degree