*Odd Kid, Odd Adult*

I used to have this miniature cabbage patch kid that lived in my fifth grade locker. Her name was annabelle. She had her very own pink shelf that contained a little bed and couch for her to use while I was in class. I also left snacks in case she ever got hungry and a book for her to read when bored. She sometimes got mad that I left her in there so long, so I put a beanie baby turtle in there to keep her from having a meltdown.

Now, I never realized how odd that was until I started sharing that story with a friend recently. I mean….sure, the other kids were worried about who was going to be their boyfriend and what they were going to wear, but I had other things on my mind. More important things. Like keeping my cabbage patch kid happy and playing with my pet tomogotchi. I was the President of a tomigotchi club I started that met underneath the slide at recess. It was a BIG hit. The popular girls frowned upon it, but I didn't care. As far as I was concerned…they were missing out. The tomogotchi club was where the true party was at! All i needed was a good pair of overalls each day and a ponytail and I was good to go. A scort was also one of my favorite fashion finds paired with a tigger tshirt.

While I was telling my friend about that doll today she said: "Maybe you NEEDED that cabbage patch doll. Your imagination is out of control!". I think my imagination IS out of control! But I like it that way. Walking down a hall is not walking down a hall to me….walking down a hall I imagine the people beside me doing funny things or picture myself slip n sliding down the hallway. Or if there's something on the wall I imagine it moving or talking. It's just a natural thing. I thought everybody worked like that, but recently I have discovered that it is not exactly normal.

I thought I was alone in my kitchen the other day when I heard my brothers voice ask: "Um..what's so funny?" I hadn't even realized I'd been laughing, but apparently I was laughing out loud. I was picturing a dodgeball game that went entirely my way and put Kristin's scary dodgeball face in the middle of my brain. It WAS funny and it WAS enjoyable….I didn't have to think about it. That's just the way my brain works. It's always trying to go somewhere else…like I have a world all my own that nobody knows about.

It's a good world,though. Even if it makes me odd.