I spent my childhood in an imaginary world - probably because I needed an escape. I think that's one of the reasons people have imaginations - because they can't maintain existence here.
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I discovered that my imagination came alive when I moved away from the immediate world around me.
I've always had a really active imagination. Lots of kids have imaginary friends. Mine just took on a rather demonic form.
The imaginary world has always been the most fun place for me to be.
Instead of inventing imaginary friends, I invented whole imaginary worlds. They were elaborate scenarios about spies and adventurers and top secret missions. I crawled along my swing set, searching for escape routes from my maximum-security prison; I biked through the neighborhood, the wind in my hair and a fleet of evildoers on my heels.
I was a real daydreamer at school, gazing out of the window and losing myself in imaginary worlds.
Imagination tends to be truly useful if accompanied by the power of mental control - if the worlds in one's head can be purposefully manipulated and distinguished from the real one outside it.
I think because I try to keep things as real as I can, or I try to start from a place of reality, I almost don't have the imagination to write a book that's not set where I am.
I loved the world of imagination.
For me, imagination would always provide a means of escape.
My imagination was a great place to escape from all the anxiety and disapproval of my life... I had to live in my head... art was a way of making myself feel better.
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