most children have incredible imaginations. i don't give myself that much credit.
When I was child, the world seemed so much smaller.
I know most people feel the exact opposite in this, so maybe I was just delusional.
Or had an incredible imagination.
Unfortunately, I believe it's the former.
Anyway, as a child, every nursery rhyme, famous storyline or children's book had it's place in my town...
or so i thought.
I was absolutely convinced that the wall the nursery rhyme, "Humpty Dumpty" spoke of was on the corner next to this really pretty old house.
(It was just a privacy wall, but I could've sworn my mother had told me otherwise.)
Dorothy's house from the Wizard of Oz had blown right into a small pond off Hwy96W.
(Little did I know it was just a springhouse that used to sit on the edge of the pond until a little more rain fell than expected and eventually it was completely underwater except for the roof.)
The three little pigs had settled into the small house that used to sit next to my neighborhood until the ownere died and the land was flattened and used for a nursing home.
(I guess I never thought the whole thing through, because I'm positive I never saw a pig walk out of that house.)
The townsquare in downtown Franklin (10 minutes south of Nashville) was a model for the one in the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast.
(See: delusional.)
I thought everyone's world was the same. That we all saw through the same eyes. Saw the same things. I used to speak to people like they knew what I was thinking because I thought they did. Anything that I said was completely out of context for everyone but me. For a long while, I made everyone who knew me go, "What in the hell are you talking about?" a good handful of times a day.
God I was a weird child.
I know most people feel the exact opposite in this, so maybe I was just delusional.
Or had an incredible imagination.
Unfortunately, I believe it's the former.
Anyway, as a child, every nursery rhyme, famous storyline or children's book had it's place in my town...
or so i thought.
I was absolutely convinced that the wall the nursery rhyme, "Humpty Dumpty" spoke of was on the corner next to this really pretty old house.
(It was just a privacy wall, but I could've sworn my mother had told me otherwise.)
Dorothy's house from the Wizard of Oz had blown right into a small pond off Hwy96W.
(Little did I know it was just a springhouse that used to sit on the edge of the pond until a little more rain fell than expected and eventually it was completely underwater except for the roof.)
The three little pigs had settled into the small house that used to sit next to my neighborhood until the ownere died and the land was flattened and used for a nursing home.
(I guess I never thought the whole thing through, because I'm positive I never saw a pig walk out of that house.)
The townsquare in downtown Franklin (10 minutes south of Nashville) was a model for the one in the opening scene of Beauty and the Beast.
(See: delusional.)
I thought everyone's world was the same. That we all saw through the same eyes. Saw the same things. I used to speak to people like they knew what I was thinking because I thought they did. Anything that I said was completely out of context for everyone but me. For a long while, I made everyone who knew me go, "What in the hell are you talking about?" a good handful of times a day.
God I was a weird child.