Answer:
i imagine a world where everyone would come together
i imagine a world where people would live forever
i imagine a world where there is world peace
so safe that we dont even need police
there are no poor
there are no wars
there are no sad
no man is bad
I imagine a world that is perfect
a world where everyone would just connect
Explanation:
<span>Richie had felt a mad, exhilarating kind of energy growing in the room. . . . He thought he recognized the feeling from his childhood, when he felt it everyday and had come to take it merely as a matter of course. He supposed that, if he had ever thought about that deep-running aquifer of energy as a kid (he could not recall that he ever had), he would have simply dismissed it as a fact of life, something that would always be there, like the color of his eyes . . . .
Well, that hadn't turned out to be true. The energy you drew on so extravagantly when you were a kid, the energy you thought would never exhaust itself—that slipped away somewhere between eighteen and twenty-four, to be replaced by something much duller . . . purpose, maybe, or goals . . . .
Source: King, Stephen. It. New York: Penguin, 1987. Print.</span>
How young was she when she when she started writing?
What was her favorite genre to write in?
What type of art interest her to most?
