Oh, what I wouldn't do to play outside in a park again!
I'm rather locked in my house when not working/going to school because I'm prohibited from going outside to play or anything unless it's with family. Which explains my lack of friends.
I'm overly sheltered it would seem.
It's true.
Amazingly enough, even
I find inspiration in the littlest of things.
When I draw, write, sing, or read in the little corner of my humble room, I feel my world change into a silly old ballroom...or a sunken ship with a valuable treasure map...and...it's really lovely!
I'm getting oddly even more sentimental about Pan right now.
Isn't that odd?
Over at the college, alot of my classmates are pretty serious, so I can't talk much or I'll get stares.
I one time discussed history with a good friend of mine (in which I lost) and asked,
"Wouldn't it be absolutley delightful if we were in the early 1700's? Just imagine it!"
*Gets a stare...lack of imagination in her eyes*
It seems the people I know lose their inner Pan each and every day.
Which is sad.
I'm awfully glad you haven't!