Imagination. The creativity & depth of someone's mind. I have a lot of it, I'm proud to say. However, growing up... I never got many opportunities to feel as if my thoughts were appreciated. I'd always have a strong sense of morale, whether I did something right or wrong. I knew. My parents simply just accepted it. They never listened, nor had the time to care. I didn't mind. Eh? See what I did there? Anyways, I always instead drew, maybe listened to music, or befriended those with a similar imagination with mines. My parents were also pretty critical, but hey, I was more critical of myself. I still am.