I knew very early that I saw the world differently and a bit more colorfully. My childhood was great because my imagination ran it. From what I remember and told I was funny, mischievous, and creative.
However, there was only one snag I had intense fears. I had a hard time separating fantasy from reality, little did we know how that would come back later.
As I grew up so did my imagination and I started to become different parts of me. I was able to switch personas very easily. It became fun to take everything to an extreme and if I could keep it a secret while I did it that was even better.
As the years went by the volume in my mind turned up and lucky for me I could hide behind good grades, nice boyfriends and good behavior. When I graduated from college I went into a field of 70 hour work weeks, leaving so late you had to sleep in your car, mania, and outlandish imagination. I was in heaven. No matter where I went it was always the same.