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At my childhood elementary school there sat a wooden house on a playground. It was made to look like a cabin but small enough for kids to play in and on. I loved to climb on that wooden house and daydream. I was all of six or seven years old. I vaguely remember the thing now but loved it nonetheless. The little play area was magical as it was surrounded by trees and shaded so euphorically. I often let my mind wander, just sitting there for however long we had to play. Kids were screaming and having a grand ol' time around me but I was there in my own little world. The teachers didn't bother me too much, atleast that I can remember. I guess they realized I was content and happy in my own right. I vaguely remember them trying to encourage me, atleast I think I do. It's so many years ago now, and yet I can still remember a semblance of those little day dreams. Day dreams of a happy and bright future. It's a recurring daydream I've had for many years. Day dreaming has been my way to cope with so many of the ups and downs that go with life. Stress has no hold on me as long as I have a song and story in my heart. Just like now, I'm sitting here content as can be as I remember that little girl who sat on the wooden cabin as if it was the top of the world and a grand castle in the sky. What gets you through life's stresses?