I’ve always had a wild imagination. I’d say nothing gory or sinister, but as a child, I could scare myself silly. A fifteen second clip of something scary had my imagination spinning out of control for months with nightmares that would make Stephen King cringe. As I grew older, I learned not to go there with my mind and looked for gentler things. Elves and fairies? Ballerinas and ballgowns? Of course! I don’t write about it – maybe one day, something very fairytale for adults. It could happen, but probably won’t. That doesn’t mean I’m too old to enjoy fun things.
Many years ago, I was at a local museum and in the gift shop they had a baby griffin, sitting on his haunches and sucking his thumb. It was so darn adorable, so ugly, but cute, and it wanted me to take it home. I could have cried. It came with a price tag that would have sank my budget for months. I told myself that if I was mean to have it, I’d find it again someplace when I had some money. I’ve never seen it since.
While looking for something else one day on the web, I spotted this and it made me go, “Ahhhh!” I have no idea where I found it – I might have been a wallpaper site. I just thought it was so precious that I saved it. Also the gal looks very much like my youngest granddaughter. Not exactly, but close.
I guess I’m still feeding my imagination and I probably always will. Do you feed yours?