Being a much younger straggler of four kids meant many hours of childhood alone within my whirling mind. Seemingly endless hours were spent creating my own entertainment which included imaginary characters, protagonists within dramatic scenarios of conflict & resolution. A rusty, broken clamp-on roller skate became a pet roller skate to be pulled (walked) by a string while the nearby woods became a forest filled with exploration and adventure. Winter meant ice skating races with my imaginary friends up and down the frozen puddles and ponds along with hard snow drifts carved into pretend horses to ride and gallop.

I now look at life, fantasy and creativity on the other end of life’s spectrum as I reflect on how these experiences helped my emotional self. Developing coping mechanisms has played a part in my pursuits and social interactions throughout life. I’m also comfortable being alone and can pretty much entertain myself anywhere. My past drives my future and helps me use creative endeavors to provide purpose. Hence, my current exploration of hand built pottery sculptures and vessels. Do you have childhood memories or experiences that seem to affect your outlook on life as an adult? Please share in the comments.