I have always had an overactive imagination, as a child and as an adult. I always knew things were different with me. My grand mother who was extremely religious (southern baptist /pentecostal mix) RIP, always said I was not normal. I would notice things that others didn't or I would have odd dreams that I realized later on would happen, (not always the way I dreampt, but along the same lines). Now that I'm older, I get wierd feelings and it's like an inner voice is trying to get my attention. I always liked to be outdoors as much as I could, it just seemed to me to be more comfortable. The trees the wind, sun, flowers, animals, I always felt happier and more in touch. Anytime I'm around animals they tend to stick to me like glue, my dad jokes I'm a pet magnet and should be going to school to be a Vet instead of an Anthropologist.
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