My Imagination, A Sacred Place - Amaya/Biromantic Bison

In 7th grade, I had to write an essay about a sacred place.

Spring of 2021 Thousands of colors and ideas flow past me. I’m able to reel in some, but some are too fast to take. I’m swept off my feet, and I’m lead through a river of ideas. Some are in reach, and some are out of my grasp. I go down the river, taking as many ideas as I can. Then I’m pulled out. I’m back into reality where my ideas are out of reach for the moment.

This is my imagination, a wonderful place for me. It’s where I’ve come up with many ideas, good and bad. My imagination is also where I can relax, and nobody can bother me because it’s mine.

Years and years of ideas have come from my imagination. Some are crazy, like standing on a swivel chair to reach a large heavy box with no support. Some are weird, like what if mummies were the last source of toilet paper and they had to fight for their lives? That idea was quite weird. And some are great ideas, like writing about the end of the Earth or doing a writing contest about a retelling of a fairy tale. Apparently, the latter is a good idea because it’s being used. One little 3D box ended up turning into a whole creation of Boxheads that can be a fun sale of plushies, erasers, comic books, and who knows what!

No matter if my ideas are crazy, weird, or good, they’re still mine. Nobody can take my ideas because they’re inside my mind, meant for me. My imagination is a whirlwind of ideas, but I find that craziness peaceful. A getaway from the craziness called life. I can think about a world different from the one I’m living in, and my imagination leads me astray.

Yesterday, I was writing a “looping” personal essay. I was doing fine, but then I thought about how COVID has made people take all the toilet paper off the shelves. Then, I thought about mummies and how people use toilet paper to dress up as mummies. An interesting and funny idea came to me about what if mummies were the last source of toilet paper, and people fought to kill them and take their toilet paper? My imagination made up that interesting storyline, and now, I will probably make a short story about it.

Last year, I got a burst of inspiration when I watched a video about the author of Arc of a Scythe, a fantastic series. I wanted to create a sci-fi/dystopian world, and I came up with the idea of the end of the world. It is a great idea, and I hope to finish it someday.

These are all reasons my imagination is a personal place to me, a sacred place. My imagination is peaceful and creates many ideas, and I hope it creates even more. Thank you for reading and learning why my imagination is a place for me.