Here I sit at the beginning of another beautiful day. God has created yet another masterpiece. It stormed the other night but the skies have made way for the sunshine. The bright radiant beams refect down on the beautiful flowers all over the yard. Speckles of purple amidst splotches of yellow. Great red roses surrounded by green clovers. In my mind, this is the secret garden. This is my hideaway. This is where all my adventures can come to life and spring forth before me. This is the place locked away secretly within my heart. And God created it just for me.

Everyone wishes their storytales were true when they were children. We all wished we found the key to unlock the hidden door in the hedge to unveil the secret garden. We all peeked into the hall closet wondering if perhaps it would lead into the magical land of narnia. We all ran through the woods in the backyard hoping to find an old red boxcar we could live in. And we all secretly peeked into rooms after we had left to see if we could catch the borrowers nabbing the little odds and ends we swearwe didn't lose. Daydreams are a thing of the past. Frowned upon in the world of grown-ups. But believing is the key. Remembering childhood and having a good time and remembering to laugh every once and again. We all must grow up someday, but we must remember to stay young at heart.

My old kitten lives with my aunt. I have had quite the holiday with her while I have been here. She is now a rather fat cat, but when I first found her she was no bigger than the palm of my hand, covered in gasoline, and under a car in a Meijers parking lot. That was nearly 11 years ago! I used to wonder if my cat could understand the words I said. She would listen to me intently and watch me as I pranced around my room. She would snuggle up to me at night and purr as I pet her. She was a good friend. And even now I wonder, can she understand me and do I just not understand her afterall?

I am still very young. The youngest among my friends. But I still wish for the chance to return to the good ole days. I dream of my childhood and wish it to all come back again. It slipped away without my noticing and now it is gone forever. I can still dream. I can still wish on every shooting star. I can still pretend there are mermaids and fairies and unicorns somewhere in this world and they have yet to be discovered. I can still gaze out my window at night hoping Peter Pan will appear and wisk me off for the adventure of Never Never Land. I can still pretend. I make full use of my imagination. An imagination wasted is a sad thing indeed.

Where shall I go today and who shall I be?