I have a vivid imagination. I still look for pictures in the clouds. I take that back -- I don't necessarily look for pictures, it seems the pictures find me. I enjoy it. Days like this the pictures are everywhere.
I remember when I was little, on hot summer evenings after my mom got off from work we would make the drive through Laguna Canyon to the beach. There were rolling grassy hills on either side of the narrow road that ran between them, which made it seem like the world on the other side of those towering hills could be... anything. One day my mom suggested there might be a giant who slept just on the other side of those hills, and if you looked closely you would notice that the hills were indeed the same shape as his body. My brother and I agreed. Of course! Look! Right there was where his belt was, and over there you could see his nose and beard.... We kept that game up for years. If we ever asked our mom if she could "see it" too, she always said she did. She let us believe in things, she encouraged our creativity, and never once told us we were being silly.
Maybe that's why, even as an adult, my mind still finds pictures and magic in things that I might otherwise just pass by. It makes me happy.
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