The Way I Used to Write

From the beginning, since my vaguest memories of childhood, I’ve lived in a world of dreams. My imagination would run wild to turn my life as I have lived into my own adventure. My heart has always been bound to the principles of right and wrong. I would dream that I was everyone’s hero. I’ve felt special because I’ve wanted to be special. I have always fervently wished, longed to be someone important; to rise above my circumstances.

For me, the imagination was easy. Fantasies would races thro...