The Half-Baked Cookie

     I'm seventeen now.            How is it that I feel like a kid? Just a few years ago, seventeen seemed so old. Half the time I feel *mostly* grown up, and half the time I feel like a kid; one who has no idea what's going on.      In only a few short months I'm going to graduate, then probably moving to Colorado, next comes bible school soon after, and I want to go into VS is some sort, but what then? How are we suppose to figure out life when we have hardly experienced any of it?            I want to have these huge dreams to travel everywhere, but I also know that that's not me. I want to see the great and faraway places, but I would much rather go to the quaint, yet beautiful, places where my family lives and my heart feels content. I'm full of contradictions, but aren't we all?           In one short week I am planning on going to Ohio, then onward to NYC for a weekend of passing out CDs and the such; and once I'm home again, I'm g

     Isn't it a wonderful thing? Imagining... Stories. Pictures. Places. Colors. Shapes.      And isn't it a slightly sad thing that imagination seems to fade with the rise of addicting TV shows and movies? Yeah.... you get to SEE all the vibrant colors and glorious landscapes, but you don't have the privilege to ENVISION it yourself! Perhaps that is the reason people get disappointed in movies that are based on books; your mind has a much different view of each scene. I know this from experience. I also know that movies tend to somewhat put your imagination in a box. You see, I spent this one summer just watching kids TV shows on da' YouTube. I now admit that it was my least creative summer. I never had any adventures in my mind. [ I have a habit of letting my mind wander and make up tales of every kind. Eh heh. Oops!] Even when I had my own stories to make up, I never had my own original characters or settings; they were somebody else's - things I had seen.