My imagination is located in my hair. Everyday, old hairs fall out, and new ones replace them, symbolizing old ideas being replaced. I enter my imagination by thinking of something fanciful.

In my imagination, everything lives together in peace, and anything is possible. Many animals live there. They hook onto my thoughts, and suddenly my mind runs free. Fish have the right to live in the air here, and mammals seek out a water existence when they want to. There is a lot of activity, and the opportunity to express your own opinions. The climate is warm and the air smells sweet. If you eat a piece of the sky, you will taste candy. Water takes on the flavor of your favorite soda.

There is a fence in my imaginary world. It separates good thoughts from bad thoughts. Occasionally, though, a bad thought gets through and makes it to the good side. When it does, the bad thought is quickly replaced by a good thought. I can do that. It's my world!

My Spirit, My Declaration -

- Grace