when i was a kid i used to write.
i was in elementary school and i lived completely in a fantasy world, i would write long stories with colorful characters or i would give myself a pen name and then write in 3rd person. i wrote songs and short stories, dreamed up characters that stayed with me for years..it was how i got by, an only child, just living in my made up world.
when my parents house was sold many boxes in the garage were thrown out, some with my kid stuff in them..the stories.

i thought about them today.