My favorite place to be doesn't exist. You can't find it anywhere. It's a secret. My favorite place to be is not behind a tree. Or in my house or up a hill or on the street. My favorite place to be is in my mind. My imagination. My fairies and unicorns and pink pigeons. There there are castles and no war. There are homes for everyone and no one is poor. No body has to work and everyone is friends. No body goes to school. They are already born smart. I am one of the pink pigeons along with everyone else in the world. We soar in the purple clouds with the electric blue dragons and my mind is always working as I lay back in wonder at this wonderful world, with it's wonderful words and wonderful magic thats all my own. In a wonderful place at a wonderful time I realize how happy I am to be alive.