Creativity can have deep roots in a person past. It is my case. It is a period of the year where it is good to reflect on the past. As a child, I already had some creative juice flowing on. I remember my grandma saying that I had a lot of imagination at this period of my life. She was saying the truth. I had a vivid imagination at the time. It is the only point that was different from the other children surrounding me. Reflecting on that time, I think they missed parts on the creative side.
I liked drawing at the time but I wasn't that great. My creative flair was more concentrated on my imagination. It was a bit of a refuge, in a sense. I remember liking doing some scenarios. Here are a few scenarios I had at the time:
When in the bathroom, I like to imagine a scenario with the tiles on the floor. The tiles where far away places and I was going from one to the other with my fingers.
In the car, I imagined there was a wild child that look like me and that child was running beside the highway.
Where I live there is a place where there are a dead end. It was a great place to be in. It had been used to take some gravel and rocks. There was an area where there wasn't much growing up, another area where there was some bushes and a third area, way on the back where there were a circle of big rocks. I liked to imagined there was a young person living there and inprisoned there for a reason. There was a kind of insivible wall. That yound person had a task to do and some adventures before being released from the place.
So, creativity had been with me since a very long time. It din't came out of nowhere. It is just now that it takes a more concrete form.
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