Oh yes, that’s how I lived my entire life ever since my memory recalls. I remember when my vessel was a kid’s size, walking in my neighborhood and answering to my neighbors and friends not by my name, I only answer when they call me Duke Fleed, a character from an old Japanese cartoon I love called Grendizer. Ninja Turtles became the next big thing so I became Leonardo afterward. I had more Aliases as a child than a senior government spy agent.
When I became older, much older I contained my world and characters inside my head, so much that eventually I stray away with my thoughts, sometimes gestures come out from me. Only my younger brother noticed them, and he knew why. My first time to ever share what’s inside my head was when I met a group of students who were discussing the making of a movie, it was about paranormal events that occur inside the students dorm. All I did was gave what I had imagined ever since I’ve been there, every time I looked at the escape ladder, the back alley or even the very unusual set of keys the doorman held… I realized how blessed I was for having a retained imaginative mind.
I believe it is important for a writer to never grow up, or should I say, never forget how it feels to be amazed, and through that, writers will know how to make readers retain or regain their child-like passion to indulge into new imaginations and new experiences.
Happy writing and reading everyone.