As a child I swore to myself the one thing I would not lose would be my imagination. I knew I would lose my innocence, my compassion even but I always valued my imagination.

Reality kicked in a few years ago when I knew I no longer had what I considered the luxury of staring into space and imagining something besides the four walls around me.

So here I am, trying to find that crazy child's mind again in order to not only hold on to my humor which was fueled by imagination but also my hope, my love, and my forgiveness.