by Heather Jones

Created on: December 02, 2008

I still remember coming home from a day at Grandma's House. My mother would be driving with her country music blaring,

and there I was staring into the dark night sky. I don't remember the music much. Up above in the night sky was another world.

People were running and laughing while blowing bubble-gum bubbles.There was round,triangle,star,and even heart shaped

buildings. There were ball games. I would envision my self getting off the ferris wheel and would be running to the food stand

for a funnel cake. Those were the best funnel cakes I ever had. My imagination was quite vivid.I had even conjured up the

conversations in that fanasty world of mine. So when you

ask what my favorite place as a child, my imagination I guess would have to be the best answer. I don't recall ever naming that

world of mine.

It was perfect. The best dream that you could ever have. Nobody ever got into trouble there. You did not have to worry about

turning in Monday's homework.There was no

chores to complete. You had nobody hounding at you for any reason. This was the best place to be. It was whatever I had

wanted it to be.Whatever I need it to be it was. The food was the best and everybody wore crowns. In my land everybody was a

queen or a king.Everything was free, so

worrying if your mom would say no

was not an issue here. There was amusement parks,arcades,water parks,and malls galore. And you could have all the pop and

ice cream you could eat. There was no dentist here.Disney World was there too.

My mother was a single mother,so going on vacations and such just didn't happen. I have a wonderful mother and she could

not take me to those places kids dream of.She did however teach me the power of imagination.Imagination is a powerful

thing.And if you have got imagination

on your side then you can go anywhere your heart desires. And I sure did. As a child I have been as far as Ireland. I even had

a few pilgrim friends. I even explored dark deep caves,I probably even met Mr.Caveman. My imagination took me every where

my heart so desired. Money was not an issue. Here it did not matter if you were white,black,or poor.The only ticket you needed

was imagination. I explored many far-away lands.

Yes,Imagination was my favorite pplace as a child. If only I could go there now. Somehow it seems as I have aged I have lost

the ticket to that dreamy place. I keep looking,but every trip I take has no match to mine as a child.

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