I guess I’ve always been easily distracted. Among my first memories are playing cowboys and Indians (sorry if that’s not PC these days, no offense intended, but that’s what we called it) or war. It was fun and games, what kids do. They escape.
Some of the books I recall reading as a youngster were more of the fantasy or science fiction genres (and are still the ones I enjoy reading the most), then horror stories. Not to say I don’t enjoy non-fiction books but if I have a choice, I’d much rather journey to imagined planets populated by beings totally foreign to humanity, even if it’s only in my mind.
I’m also much more likely to watch escapist TV instead of “reality” TV and started Continue reading “Distractions are good reasons for escapes from life”