I can count with one hand, the few things that give me the same adrenaline rush like the one I experience whenever I come up with a new idea.

Ever since I was a little girl, I remember spending countless hours daydreaming and imagining new games and toys. On Christmas I would play with my own toys for a while, then a couple days later, I would get bored with the toys “as they were” and would imagine them becoming something else.

A tea set tray, for instance, was no longer a tea set tray, it became a truck or a skating rink or a wall, depending on what the game was, at the time. The rooms in our house represented different towns and cities. The garage, the yard, the garden, and the porch also became different states and cities. The floors and walls were streets, avenues and boulevards. I even went as far as to imagine that whenever someone flushed the toilet it led to an entirely different country.

There is nothing strange about a little girl who has a vivid imagination; it’s actually a sign of a healthy childhood; but enjoying things “as is” for a while, then turning them into something else in my imagination, has become a way of life for me. Perhaps you could say it keeps me young at heart. But I have left the floors, and toys (and toilets) aside though. Now it has expanded into movies, food, computers, clothes, make up, buildings and just about everything in between...