From the desk of my inner child... I'm still that little girl lost in the obsession of a fantasy world. Thinking that if I walk slowly enough while staring down down at the grass, that when I look up I might have made it through the some portal. I guess escapism isn't the worst avoidant behavior. Now I'm an adult ... ...& I marvel at how everyone seems to have a satisfactory existence without the magic of their youth. I'll always be like this