Even in my earliest memories I remember myself imagining stories nearly every day. It was always a passion of mine to create plots and places, but the thing I loved the most was creating characters and imagine being them. It wasn't because I weren't satisfied with myself or my life, but because I were- and I am- fascinated by the worlds I created only in my mind. Sometimes I think of them so often that they feel as real to me as everything else, (but not in a crazy way). 
       When I was little and I wanted to get all these things out of my head, the only thing I could do was acting with my best friend while we were playing. When I discovered my love for drawing a new world opened in front of me because I could finally put my characters on paper. Then, around the time I was in middle school, I found an other passion of mine; writing. It gave me the advantage of being able to express my stories in a lot more detail. But, of course,  that didn't mean I abandoned drawing, because with it I could determine how exactly someone looked like, and in extension their character and actions. Also when I put them on paper it makes me really happy, because they feel even more real.