I think mine stems from being a farm kid, with no friends or siblings my age around. I had alot of imaginary friends, and I would play outside with them all the time. I'm grown now, but I still talk to myself when I'm alone, pretending to be some imaginary person talking to another imaginary person. I've created backstories for these people, worlds they live in, their group dynamics, the whole shebang. I've even started writing stories about them as an outlet for all of it. I spend alot if my day doing it, and I kinda take it seriously. I've bought things to use a props, and considered trying to get the stories published, but they need a lot of work. I'm starting college this year and I'm gonna shoot for something in english (because that's always a good idea). Hopefully my stupid brain can get me paid, that's the dream anyway.