As a little kid my imagination was out of control. Everything meant something
in my little kenniverse of a brain. Funny how some things never change.
With that said, in the kenniverse, Wednesday is actually better known as Kennsday so…
Happy Kennsday, Friends.
Max Reddick says:
You sound a lot like me as a child. My imagination was outrageous. At one point, my family was worried about me. They thought that perhaps I was exhibiting signs of madness, that I was seeing things.
Finally, one day my mother gave me a pad and a pencil and told me just to write it all down.
kenn says:
I think if I existed as a child in today’s over-psychoanalyzed culture, I would have been diagnosed as autistic as opposed to artistic. But then again, maybe they’re one in the same. I’ve met some mad talented autistic kids and adults.