There was a time when I was younger that I allowed my imagination to shield me from the harsh realities of life, or to breathe happiness within my mind. It was an escape when I did not want to pay attention in class, or while I did my chores, even to conjure friends I didn't have. My imagination was wild and vivid, (this makes for a very creative person) so I traveled the world in my mind, experienced many things in my mind, was anyone I wanted to be in my mind, and it was comforting.