What’s with the title? Where’s the loony element?

It’s there, my fair readers, it’s there. My imagination is not to be underestimated. In fact, it took a long time for little Courtney to be able to sort her dreams from reality. I still have memories that can’t possibly be real–and a few I had to ask my family about to make sure  they happened.

For example. I have one memory of being with my grandmother and my cousins and going to a Galleria Mall here in Texas. Next to the mall was this building with spiraling turrets, and we got to go inside. There were tubular tanks everywhere. It was sort of an aquarium. When we left, we looked up to see a very unusual moon. It was oval–not easter egg, perfectly oval–and bright gold.

I don’t think that the aquarium or the moon ever had anything to do with reality. I think it was a dream, and in my childish confusion I mixed it up with a real memory.

A Few Other Symptoms of an Overactive Imagination (all in my early elementary school years, mind):

1. Trying to get people to see fairies and monsters that werent there
2. Writing stories that caused my teachers to send me to the principal’s office–to show him
3. Hallucinating:  bees, spiders, angry cats, and an occasional bear
4. Having Space Cadet Syndrome so bad my parents had my hearing checked
5. The inability to settle for one Halloween costume and prancing around the neighborhood as a Ballerina Fairy Princess
6. Having memories that were not real, of course
7. Daydreaming about aliens, faries, superpowers, etc. You get the idea.

Yeah, I was destined to be a fantasy writer.

More later! <3

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