To Infinity and Beyond

Which will you choose: fantasy or reality?   Though fantasy is definitely sweeter, we are often slapped into reality by the puzzles life throws at us. But as a little child, everyone surely lived a rather dreamy life. At least in my youth, I did. Somewhere in the world, dragons still existed, soaring high above the seas, breathing fire. Demigods would take an adventure under the blessing of Zeus and Poseidon. And at every Christmas, Santa Claus would send elves disguised as men to monitor kids and make the naughty list (gods, I was so afraid of being on the list). However, I was an odd boy, much more than my fellow daydreamers. The heroes of dreamland were not just imaginations to me. They were literally next to me every second. Now, I’m perfectly healthy; I don’t see things or go to mental hospitals. But believe it or not, it ’ s real. I met the heroes in an artificial world: a world made of  toys. It all started on my fifth birthday. That day, on a warm April morning,

Have you ever crashed with a herd of moose? Well, my friend’s car did. My family, my friend’s family was in Maine to see autumn leaves. It was a chilly morning of September. The autumn leaves looked great but I couldn’t see the end of the road. My friend’s name is Kyle, my friend’s little brother’s name is Etha n . All of us can’t stand it if we‘re bored. We were locked in the car for a million centuries. Of course, we were bored. Kyle shouted. “I’m bored!” I added, “Me too!” Ethan complained, “We’re all bored!” My mom told us to calm down, but just then Kyle’s mom detected a moose herd. It looked at us as if it was scared. Then i t came racing towards our car as fast as a train! First, we didn’t notice that it wa s going to crash with us, but we finally realized it was going to slam us. We screamed, “Ahhhh!” I have to admit I was quite impressed to see a moose herd. But we were also horrified because, think about huge animals with wide, large, sharp horns were dashing tow

            W hich will you choose: fantasy or reality?  Though fantasy is definitely sweeter, we are often slapped into reality by the puzzles life throws at us. But as a little child, everyone surely lived a rather dreamy life. At least in my youth, I did. Somewhere in the world, dragons still existed, soaring high above the seas, breathing fire. Demigods would take an adventure under the blessing of Zeus and Poseidon. And at every Christmas, Santa Claus would send elves disguised as humans to monitor kids and make the naughty list (gods, I was so afraid of being on the list). However, I was an odd boy, much more than my fellow daydreamers. I could see the galloping knights, hear the explosions of the battlefield, and even talk to heroes of dreamland. They were literally next to me every second. Now you would probably be wondering if I am having regular meetings with the psychiatrist. But believe it or not, it ’ s real. I met the heroes in an artificial world: a world made of  toy