When i was a kid, on my way to school, i always pictured myself walking through a deep forest. The buildings weren't actually buildings... They were high oak trees, where the wind whistled through their complex branches, almost like calling my name in a very unique sound.
It took me like 15 to 20 minutes to get into school, but for me, the time would actually stop. I wasn't there. A body perhaps, knowing it's way like in an automatic control... but the "ME" wasn't there. It was in that forest.
I liked to play alone. It wouldn't bother me. I wasn't a lonely child, i just appreciated the solitude of the day. Actually i was always in company of imaginary friends. Yes... i had a bunch of those. They would grab my hand and lead me to that deep forest. I wasn't afraid. I was at home. We would talk and talk, and it seamed to me we talked for hours. In reality it only took that 15/20 minutes... but time for me didn't had the same dimension that it has now in my day-life... time wasn't real. I wasn't slave of it. I would play with Time like it was a playground.
- Me
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