My imagination is located in my belly button. It is not limited to anything. I usually imagine what words look like, then their colors, and the way they sound. I imagine the world, and what it would be like if one thing was changed for each thing I look at. Life would be different!

My mouth is the entrance to my imagination. Yet, it is a big place! To get to my imagination, I say a password, then I have to politely green my imagination…in German! My imagination is 80°, and it smells like mac and cheese.

My Spirit, My Declaration –

- Emma