Everything is Imagination

One moment your with the Pevensie children talking to Aslan and saving Narnia, and the next your with Westley, Fezzik, and Inigo trying to get into the castle and stop the wedding or another moment your in a world, or where girls have to change their identity to become what they want to be. On the other hand you’re on the verge of making light in a glass tube from electricity, or you’re creating a gadget for future use. At Another time your learning how to use the force with Anakin Skywalker or your helping Frodo take the Ring of Power to be destroyed at Mount Doom.

Imagination, I call it: ideas, dreams for the future, and dreams from your sleep. Everything I see around me is made of imagination: books, TV, music, and many more things. Someone used their minds to think of new things and at the time they were creating something not very many people had thought up of before and might have been criticized, but they still created it.

My most favorite object that is made of imagination is books. Everything about books is imagination, they are swarming with it. The Author used imagination to create the new world and I use my imagination to be there. If a book was made with just the right imagination it will suck me in and hopefully never let me out. My favorite book sections are fantasy and fiction because they really draw me in. When they draw me in I really am standing with the character or want to be. The books and the Authors of them have really inspired me. Since I have read many books I have come to wish that I could create my own world and share it with the world.

I use the inspiration and imagination from books and movies to create something of my own. I have created my own world just for me that has my own character added to all the stories I have heard combined. I do it because it is fun to use my imagination to imagine I am something else and all that I wish to be, but can’t be because it only lives in the world of fantasy.

Everyone has imagination. You don’t have to be a little kid to use it and pretend your playing house. I have come to realize that I have grown out of that by watching by brother and sister play and I’m sitting on the side lines thinking their going crazy and even wishing I could be crazy again too. I wonder, while I’m watching them and thinking their crazy, why don’t I like doing those things any more? Then I realize I have my own way of pretending, of using my imagination. This I believe, I believe in the world of imagination.