At some point in our lives, we all have to grow up. At least, that's what we're told. We're told to get our head out of the clouds. To be realistic and stop living a fantasy. They're some of the most dangerous words you can ever be told. Worse, if you actually believe them.
I heard the words for the first time when I was only 12 years old. It's time for you to grow up. A little young to be told such a thing, but nevertheless, they were said. Luckily for the world, I didn't listen.
I suppose there's value in growing up. The world couldn't function without the evolution into the adult mind. The trick is knowing how to act like you're grown up without ever fully adopting its mindset.
Without that tiny bit of child in us, we could never create. What we know to be the imagination would be dull and––well, unimaginative. Stories would all be facts, not entertainment. There'd be no toys or games, only stuff that's deemed necessary to life. Imagine a world that had only what was essential to living. That was the world I faced as a young girl.
It began the day everyone lost their imagination. And the summer when I almost grew up.
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The Dreamweaver
AdventureEVERYONE IS TOLD TO GROW UP. NO ONE IS EVER TOLD WHY. It was a day like any other day when the dreams stopped. And only one person noticed they were missing: a 12-year old girl named Emmelia Rose--the last person in the world to still have an imagi...
