Movies in My Mind

I gathered every available chair in the house
The dinning room chairs used for family meals
The high chair, property of my baby brother
The carraige (mine - for my babies)
And I sat.
I sat in front of the dishwasher
Just waiting for the show to begin
My mother swarmed around me
Cooking
Cleaning
Crafting her projects
In my mind, I was crafting my own project
The movie that was about to "play" on the screen before me
Was but a figment of my young and vivid imagination.
Yet, to me, it was everything.
It was an escape. It was freedom.
It was so real.
The noise of my brothers quieted.
And a world was created where none existed.
A world all my own.
How I cherished these "movie" times.
Where have they gone?
Oh, where have all the stories,
all the imaginary "real" stories, gone?