by From second grade to fifth I was dead-convinced I would one day be a vet…. Then my guinea pig died on Christmas. There went that little dream cloud.
The guinea pig death really threw me outta whack and I began to descend in a pit of depression, and things only got worse…
I was convinced I was Nancy Drew for a while… I couldn’t solve any mysteries. -dream dead-
I thought I was this amazing fashion designer who would one day own her own label… I only copied existing clothes… and broke my sewing machine… -moved on-
I convinced myself (and my sisters and cousins) that fairies were real and we would be the first to catch one…. they all discovered that I was the one who wrote all the tiny notes from the ‘Fairies’… -kaput-
I believed that (by some miracle from only God himself) that I could actually be a WMBA star…. I fainted after jogging half the mile in gym… -shot down like a mad cow-
And the worst one yet… I really truly believed that I was born a pirate and that any day a ship would be sailing toward me to bring me back to the family that was truly mine… My sister called me a loser when I confided in her and I realized I couldn’t be a real pirate…because a real pirate would never be called a loser…
I know, some people are probably thinking that these were normal childhood fantasies and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. And yes, in second grade it is normal… I was 14…. and fantasies like these were no longer childhood whimsies, these became full-fledged delusions that took place over a span of only one month.
Yes. That was a normal month in my life…
