Daydreaming is my preferred way to simply let the world go on by, without me, plain and simple. Even as a child I loved to live inside my head. My imagination I now realise was actually quite expansive for a child. It was also my way to deal with my home life and trauma, you don’t realise until you are older.

I also loved books, and so their stories used to live inside my head a lot of the time. Books and the characters within them truly lived in my life. They did and saw things I could only daydream about, but never experience. Daydreaming was my safe place, and added by my over-active imagination truly made my childhood something special indeed.

Daydreaming by lying on the backyard lawn with Aggie our dog with me, endless ideas flow by in my head. Just being a kid with what seemed like all the time in the world. Nothing to pull you down or overwhelm your serenity. The often far from perfect childhood, but wouldn’t change for all the world, that special moment in time.

As a kid I also spent hours outside at night staring up at the night sky, staring at the stars and the beauty of the sky darkened by night. There was something quite magical about that, it was special and precious, a way to see how small we really are in the scheme of things. My Dad spent a lot of time with me out there. He helped shape the night sky with different stars and formations, and also spent time with him, most important indeed.

Adieu for now Kitty-kat xox