Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]

The Power of Imagination

What if for one day, I could be any living creature? I would choose to be a bunny. My reason for choosing to be a bunny is because I love bunnies. I also always wondered what a bunny thought about. Also, if they make any noises.

          What if for one day, I could do absolutely anything I could dream up? It would be amazing if I could sing to other friend. I would want to sing to other friends because my hobby is to sing. I also always wanted to sing to other friends for entertainment. I also love seeing smiles on people's faces.

          What if for one day, I could live in the past? I would like to experience the time of the Ice Age. The reason that I would choose this period of time is it always sounded cool. I also love ice because you can do sports and games with it. I also get warm or hot real quick.

          What if for one day, I could trade places with any famous person? The person's place I would like to take would be Miley Cyrus'. This would be wonderful because I love her music. I also wondered what it would be like to be famous. I also wondered how it was to have fans.

          What if for one day, I could trade places with an important person in my life? I would choose to trade places with Stephanie, my best friend. The reason I would choose Stephanie to trade places with is because she has a pet dog that is so cute and I admire it. I also love pools (which she has one) and even in the winter, it's not really cold. I also love that she lives so close to all of my friends.

          What if for one day, I had the power to make the world a better place? The very first thing I would do is stop storms like tornados. I believe this would be helpful to the world because I never liked the idea of storms because they cause deaths. I also heard my mom's pet dog died because it went out one day when a tornado was near. I also get frightened like when my grandma had a tornado near and it crashed into her house.

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Author's Note: Just saying, the last paragraph is [almost] complete and utter bullshit! I can't help but laugh as I reminisce on how much of a compulsive liar I was as a fifth grader, which is why I selected this piece out of an entire booklet of personal writings from my elementary  years. I remember that I used to tweak certain details to impact my writing, but to the extent that they were ultimately untrue. When she was a child, my mom's pet dog was never swept up by a tornado; however he still suffered an unfortunate death,  ran over by a car eight blocks away from the house. Nor did my grandma  have a tornado crash and destroy her house. But hey! I'd find it heard to believe that none of you guys ever lied about our past to make yourself appear more interesting. I can't really be the only one . . . am I?