I'm the daughter of a politician and come from a large family. Continued in that mode by marrying and having five sons of my own.
I learned at an early age, (8 years old) the overwhelming amount of work that came with having ten people in a three bedroom house. My jobs seemed never-ending, and it wasn't long before I created a fantasy-land so I could better deal with it.
In my little girl fantasy, we lived in a mansion. Inside that fantasy grew the reality of having two rooms added onto the house. It meant more for me to clean but what was that in comparison to my fantasy being played out?
I was the middle child and tended to be overlooked unless I was needed. I lived in my room upstairs as much as I was allowed.
People like status, and it was no different for me. I was in the eighth grade when I became tired of being the underdog in my fantasies, the poor Cinderella whose job was only to work. I needed a new role.
I created a fantasy around being the daughter of a prestigious man. Daddy spent most of his time working at the local Fruit Market and I saw him supper-time and on Saturday morning when he brought donuts in from the local bakery. I missed him and he was the prestigious man in my fantasies.
That was the year he ran for and was elected Mayor of the City. Have my fantasies created a real world for me or did I have an eerie sense of the future?
I have lived in a fantasy world for almost fifty years, off and on. I like it there and create stories that amuse it.