Imagination Jugulated by Age

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In the Ann of Green Gables by Canadian author Lucy Maud Montgomery, there is a girl, a little orphan with thin figure, homely appearance and incredible imagination. Each time she feels lonely or despaired, she will sketch beautiful scenery in her mind, which effectively drives away any vestige of sorrow. While I approached this sweet little angel through words and lines, it suddenly dawned on me that I had once been such a little creature years ago.
  
       In my childhood, living in a remote district, I often had to go school alone. It was always dark through the forest early in the morning. Scared and lonesome, I would close my eyes and fancy it was already at noon and the sun was shining. When I got tired of the dreadfully long distance, again I would shut my eyelids and imagine I was flying. I kept this motion on for several mimutes. Then I opened my eyes to find myself really far away from where I started. This pleasant method accompanied me until years later I got companions to go to school with.

        There was another game which I favored very much: to be an invisible one. While I was pretty young, Mom tended to hide candies, biscuits etc.away, in case that I would take them into my stomach secretly. However, no matter where she hided them, I could easily find them out and storm them into the place where they destined to enter. Each time I glimpsed Mom had discovered the crime I’d committed, I would pick a leaf and hold it before my head. Mom, angry at first, then got puzzled at my strange action, she would inquire me, “what are you going to do with that leaf?” then I would find the experiment was doomed to be a failure and it can never guarantee me to become an invisible one and free me from scolding. Nevertheless, by doing this, I did escape from scolding, Mom would just shake her head and laugh, “what am I going to do with you?”

        Such memories are numerous. Sweet and innocent as they are, I will never and can never do such mischief any more. In the journey of to be an adult, I bade farewell to those childlike dreams and become practical.

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then I would find the experiment was doomed to be a failure and it can never guarantee me to become an invisible one ________________then I would think ....., not "find"



In the journey of to be an adult, I bade farewell to those childlike dreams and become practical._________I do hope you will not bade farewell to your good imaginations, for they are helpful in changing our mood. Adults still needs those fancy imaginations to help them get through the hardships.