I grew up alone and kind of without friends (unless I was at school), out in the farmlands. I had an acre of groves and an acre of field and, when my parents didn't know, entire blocks of wild world to explore.

I pretty much had entire worlds imagined and mapped out in which I'd have all kinds of insane adventures climbing trees, catching lizards or whatever, building odd things for imaginary purposes far beyond their real life capability... Sometimes my dogs would help me bring the ring to Mordor or slay Kraken or perform in worlds of my own invention...

If I try it now, people say that I'm wierd. When I did mmove into a neighborhood, I found out that nobody else ever wanted to do it with me, which sucked. So I stopped doing it. Big sacrifice for the sake of being with people, but I guess it was worth it.

I turned out to be a pretty strange individual. I'm still overly imaginative with the derranged surreal idea about optimism and yet extreme pessimism that a child might have, but I get along better with people 24-44 years old because they're the one's I've had the most interraction with my whole life.

Kinda sucks, because I had to fight a lot to make it to 20.

(SPOILER)people are suckers