A little story about me from my sister, thank you! And Love you to the moon and back.
To my brother Brenan and how I’ve always seen your imagination, Happy Birthday
He started from a young age painting pictures in his mind. As if his imagination was a paintbrush on canvas giving life to anything he could dream of. From books to movies he absorbed thoughts and ideas for his next adventure. What looked like a boy in a forest surrounded by trees was actually a battlefield filled with orcs carrying battle axes. And the little boy was the protagonist ready to strike them down as soon as they entered his domain. He rode with John Wayne in a fight against the Indians. Using a couch as cover, but to him it was a tipped over wagon set in the Wild West. He would sail the vast oceans as a pirate with a boat hand crafted from the finest wood, that would actually be a wagon and a long stick. The backyard would be riddled with tiny green army men, but to him it depicted a battle field set in WWII. His mind carried him through his day and even into his dreams. Where he would carry on the next story. Idea after idea he would write them down as to not forget them. From fiction to horror his psyche would illustrate every story into a film locked away in the little boys mind. But the stories never stopped there, they never discontinued with age. In fact they continued as he got older. Growing more vivid with age. He continued to write and tell these fascinations to his family, more excited for each new development. He brought creativity to a much more bland reality. He is the boy with the beautiful mind.
Housed and Fed 