My imagination was so strong as a child that I could hear and see things and people that no one else could and I didn't know what was real and what was not because they were all three dimensional. Having said that, my earliest memory is looking through the bars of my crib, watching my mom change my newborn sister's diaper. My granny was there and they were talking but I didn't understand their words. I remember looking out the window and seeing an irrate scent creature. It was the first of many creatures I would see. I was nine years old before I realized the creatures weren't real and when I told myself they weren't real, I stopped seeing them with my eyes, but in my imagination, they stayed. I created worlds, characters, societies and languages, even as a child. I can't imagine living only in "this" world.
*i was seventeen months old.