You see /mai/, I have a very strong imagination. For the longest time, I have been able to create worlds for myself using my imagination. It's never been something to the point where I disattatch myself from reality, no. But it has always been very strong. Almost as being able to dream even when I am awake. When I was a kid, this imagination would take me places. It made life so fun for me. When I played soldier with other boys, most of them would not get too into the game as I would. I would imagine the scenario vividly. The guns sounding, the bombs raising dirt from the ground. I would not perform one of those cheesy fake deaths when I was shot with a nerf gun. I would literally drop to the ground and stay almost asleep; completely still, until the game was over. It was so fun. My imagination and it's power would be tested when I watched movies or TV shows. I would engorge myself in the characters. I would become one of the characters. I would pretend to have conversations with characters, which would know me personally, which would sometimes be in my environment. And yet at the same time, I knew if was all fake. I knew it was my imagination, not real. That's the only thing that separated me from someone who's delusional. That I knew my delusions were not true. Such stages would also be temporary. I would watch a movie, be engrossed for a month or two, and then forget the whole thing. It was also very fun. It helped me get through bad times. And, surprisingly enough, gave me some great conversational and social skills. When I was around 8 though, there was a movie which would impact me greatly. This movie was Disney's "The Lion King".
There was something about that movie which hit me. And stuck with me. Maybe it was the grace of it all, the epicness of Simba's story. Maybe the characters, the singing. The crazy colors of the first song. I don't know. But it was great. I became Simba. I watched that movie so many times it's not funny. Yet I was still a kid. The true magic of my imagination would not be revealed to me until I began to experience the wonderful emotions I had never felt before. The time came when I turned 12 or 13. Everything with me and my middle school was SRS BSNZ. I could not even remember I was a humongous lion king fan back when I was younger. My imagination found it's home in music. I was a fan, and still am a fan, of instrumental music. Movie scores, classical pieces, and later on, house, dubstep (very few, limited good artists) and other electronic pieces. Music was the medium by which my imagination conducted. It still is. When I put on my headphones and listen to a song from the Titanic, I can feel all the emotions of the movie going through me. The terror, the apocalyptic force of it all. It overwhelmed me. It was like getting high with sound. Yet one day, by some odd chance, I came to watch The Lion King 2. It was not only mind-blowing because I again realized my love of that movie and of the epicness that was Simba, at least to me; but also, it was the first time I experienced anything remotely similar to love or attraction or even a warm feeling of cuteness when I saw how the two characters in the movie came to love each other, even when their families prohibited it form happening (In other words, Rome and Juliet, without the suicide). That wonderful love song I heard for the first time 8 years ago still resonates in my head today. The feeling that movie gave me was so broad and nice. It was romantic and nostalgic, yet it was so playful and even corny to me. I was still a kid. Yes, my balls had dropped, but I was just a middle schooler. The thought of me falling in love with a close female friend was so foreign and "icky" to me. Yet so strangely sweet. It was weird. Of course, cue me getting all obsessed with the movie. I bought the film, watched it repeatedly. Youtube was new, yet I discovered it quickly, and I spent my time watching videos of the movie.