imagination

Where are your favorite local places to go when you are traveling? You know, the places that really give you the “flavor” for the locale, so to speak. I have a colleague who always goes into Laundromats and supermarkets when he goes to a new city. He believes that you can always know the character of a place based upon those two shops.  Read More »

I've been filling out applications. That is, one application. My situation is unusual, and I've fought so hard to go to this college that if I can't manage it, there really is no reason to try elsewhere.  Read More »

From Otherland, Mountain of Black Glass, by Tad Williams:

Dulcie Anwin's thoughts as she waits to land in Sydney for the first time, after working in a virtual office mimicking Sydney for months:  Read More »

Right now I'm writing a research paper on the existence of ghosts. The basis is that humans have an appetite for mystery and fear, so is it this appetite that causes us to believe in ghosts, or do the paranormal truly exist?  Read More »

I remember the childhood days of mutual back and face tickles between friends and family. There were even games that came with them. For the back tickling, you had to identify pictures, letters, numbers.
Those were the days of innocence. The days of imagination and sleepovers. It's amazing that things like that today can seem sexual.  Read More »

I miss my childhood.

I remember always being outside and with friends, just roaming around the neighborhood looking for something to do. We use to play baseball, soccer, kickball, and even tag at like 9:30 p.m. before the town curfew. My friends and I were always climbing trees and running around pretending we were superheros and searching for the villans at the park.  Read More »

I ask alot of people about this and there is almost always an answer from everyone. I like to compare alot of peoples answers, mine included, and i find that some are similar.  Read More »

    When i was young i was afraid of a lot of things.  The fears i had seemed to tower over the other kids.  One of the first things i feared was a poster.   Read More »