Second to the right, and straight on till morning...

Wow... I never knew I could be so inspired. I just watched Finding Neverland, and... I was caught in this whirlwind impulse to write. So I wrote a page... and it was the most fantastic writing I've ever done. It feels right, to be writing. Like it's what I'm supposed to do. I guess it's a good thing I'm pretty good at it, though I'm quite sure I could still stand some improvement. I love writing, expressing my world on a piece of paper. It seems the only real place, my imagination. I realize that I am very much still a child in a lot of ways. And I hope to remain so for my whole life. I want to play pirates with my future children, to chase them around a garden, laughing with all the excitment of walking an imaginary plank. I wish to always and forever see the world through the eyes of youth, though I know as time goes on that will prove nearly impossible. Still, One can wish if they wish. And oh, how I wish to be. I want a cottage, with a huge garden, beautiful with ivy and trees of old. I want a Bohemian home, where no one will be afraid to make mistakes, because mistakes are what create imagination. Imagination is a big part of my life, and I hope it shall remain so.

Anyways, congratulate me. I am soon to be paid by the city of Hillsboro for being a caregiver to my Gramma. That's right, employed. *noisemakers sound in the background* This will mean spending money, and money for school. I'm growing up, and staying a child, all at the same time! Ah, me. How ever shall I find time for anything else? *runs off to save the world*