When I was a child , growing up I learned how to become a great pretender. In fact , a love song had the same name.My imagination allowed me to become whatever I needed to be , it was off the charts , so was my life . I grew up , in dire poverty and cupped with abuse , of every kind . I was bullied and shamed because of the unsomblesI had to wear to school because my mom was either an absentee parent or so drunk she could barely function.My, imagination was my savior , without it I would be in a mental facility in Kucka Munga or the boonies .
It served, me well until I met a man , named Jesus who cared enough to take a pretender and change her into a real person , by His amazing love and Grace.