Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Imagine.
Ready. Set. Write.
My imagination can run wild. I love to dream...and dream big. Being an only child, I found myself having to play a lot on my own, which is fertile ground for imagination. I would play pretend school and line up my stuffed animals and teach them a lesson. I'd imagine I was a cashier and running a small grocery store in the country where I had long conversations with my patrons. When it got windy, pre-thunderstorm weather, I'd pretend I was a pioneer woman, and I'd batten down the hatches outside like I was preparing for a Wizard of Oz-like tornado. When the weather was good, I'd gather various things from my yard to imagine surviving in the colonial days. My imagination was never-ending.
Reading was also a part of my childhood...and my adulthood. You can't get much more imaginative than reading a book and picturing in your mind the visual of what you are reading. I would curl up for hours and lose myself in a book when I was a child and had no cares or responsibilities in the world. Today there could be nothing more relaxing to me than the peacefulness of reading a good book and losing myself in the story. Rarely do I read a book where I don't picture myself as one of the characters.
I never want to stop imagining.