MY FIRST DAYDREAMS

As a writer with a constantly active imagination, I have always been daydreaming. My earliest daydreams were the strangest I ever had and I can recall at least two of them. First, I thought getting shot turned you into a monkey. One bullet and your suddenly a chimpanzee. Second, I envisioned a series of stop-motion animation images that involve a toothless wolf climbing a pine tree. Then a guy who looks like one of the elves from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer looks up and his right eyeball pops out of its socket. Instead of blood, water poured out of the guy’s empty eye socket. As this happens, the guy yells, “Let go!” This was when I was very young, which was when my imagination was at its most raw and untamed. In such a state, I imagined outrageous things that did not make sense even to me. As I grew older, I was able to better envision my daydreams and create my stories accordingly.

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