It sounds like you had a great imagination. I did too. But, I lived so deep in that imaginary world that I didn't do well in the real one. If you can understand that. Even after being an adult and married, I lived in that other world where I was someone else. Although I read books constantly, I was not a book character but a perfect, make-believe girl everyone loved. It was sad when I finally started to let go of her because I had to. Imaginations are good to have but, as you found out, disappointing when no one else goes along, and you have to join the real world. I hope you are doing well now. You have a lovely smile.