When I was a child, I was obsessed with the movie Cinderella. It’s a magical story about a girl who goes from a mistreated maid to a princess practically overnight. I watched the movie all the time, so much that I had half of it memorized. I could sing along to all of the songs and do all of the dances during the ballroom scenes. I was very much obsessed with Cinderella herself, so naturally I wanted to be her. 

I would wear boring brown and gray clothes in the morning and then clean my house. I would clean the floors and then make tea for my evil stepsisters. Unfortunately for me, I did not have evil stepsisters, so my older brother and sister had to suffice. After a “long day of hard work,” I would go back to my room and make clothes for my dog, because unfortunately for me and very fortunately for my mother, I did not have any mice friends living in my room. Later in the day, my “fairy godmother” would come, and I would dress up in blue, then dance around my living room. I would do this all the time, but somehow never get bored.

As a child, I had a big imagination. I think an imagination can fuel creativity throughout someone’s whole life. My childhood obsession with Cinderella has contributed to my own creativity, and it has inspired me to be a hard worker.