I made up an imaginary baseball team, based on my friends, and had them play baseball games in an imaginary league
In college I wrote a poem and someone criticized it and I didn't write another for three years or so.
I got divorced. Fortunately, we didn't have children--that would have complicated things.
My daughter jumped on our bed, asking questions about God. She was three years old. It was eleven p.m.
I started working at C____ and in one class we made up an imaginary world, including its government and its religious rituals.
I spent the weekend writing about Acute Aesthetic Response Syndrome.
I periodically imagine myself as a rock near a forest path. My wife is a nearby tree. One child is a close-by brook. Another is another close-by tree.
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