Jill stared at the rain pouring against her house window, wishing the weather were nice enough for her to go outside and spend time with her friends. At age eight, rainy free afternoons are the pits.
She tried to think of something different to do. She was bored of her usual TV shows and video games, and her friends were likely stuck inside just like she was.
Suddenly, an idea came. She closed her eyes, sat back, and imagined herself laughing and cutting up with her pals. The image was vivid.
Not quite the same, but not too shabby, either.
She tried to think of something different to do. She was bored of her usual TV shows and video games, and her friends were likely stuck inside just like she was.
Suddenly, an idea came. She closed her eyes, sat back, and imagined herself laughing and cutting up with her pals. The image was vivid.
Not quite the same, but not too shabby, either.
