A child’s imagination

Remember when you were a child? When you ran round and round making noises and adults thought you were crazy?
Do you also remember what you were thinking at the time you were running round? I can’t speak for you, but I can for myself.
I wasn’t at home running around, but somewhere else completely.In a world uniquely my own. I was the hero, the bad guy, the fall guy and the hero again. Imagery was epic and so real, it can only be the makings of a child’s imagination.



Mystic thoughts 1st movement.