My daydreaming adventures started early. Like most children I imagined a world in which I was important, special, needed -- but my daydreams never included magic: no flying cars, no wizards wand. For the most part I would say that I created, in my mind, a world much like the one outside with subtle variances. I became quite good at imagining.
At puberty my daydreaming started to pay off. My flights of fancy had led me to books which expanded my vocabulary and the time spent just… Continue