Babies in the bushes... (aka, ADVENTURE)

I am hardly ever not imagining something, thinking about something to imagine, writing something I have imagined, or getting involved in something someone else has imagined (books and movies). It's not really something I can control. Anyone who writes knows this is just what one gets stuck with, though it may be there at different intensities at different times of life.

This is one of the reasons I picked the majors that I did. Spanish and English majors do little else besides read other peoples stories and then write about them. Crazy idea for a degree, really, if you think about it. (You might think I'm joking, but last semester I had four literature classes, two in English and two in Spanish. Cool, but also not cool.)

All this to say, I get bored when I am walking to my car--drawback number one of no longer living a football field away from CHSS (football coach's kids always measure distance in football fields, btw). By the time I am walking to my car, my brain is MUCH to tired to think of stuff like life, so I amuse my poor mind with crazy scenarios. Like, what if, when I was walking to my car past the long row of bushes I happened to look down and see... Hmm, what? How about a baby. What then? Definitely nothing conventional like spending the rest of the day talking to police and medical personnel. The imagination has nothing to do with real life unless one wants it too. And who wants that? Not me after a day of bilinguality, that's for darn sure.

Anyway, that's just to get you started thinking. Sometimes I don't have to manufacture adventures. Sometimes I have real ones. I had one yesterday of Nancy Drew proportions. If I wrote that story I would call it... Well, actually I suck at titles, so I'll just tell the story and you can name it whatever you like.

My epic Nancy Drew Adventure will be posted soon!! Stay tuned.