Child turned adult imaginings

When I was a kid I started to make up stories. I'm not talking about just lying through my teeth about everything, although I did some of that. I mean I legitimately made up stories. I would play them out like a live action game. Was I the only kid that did this? Half of me feels that young authors used to do this. The other half feels like it is one of the "grow out of" stages for children. Overactive imagination? (Although I believe that people who use phrases like that just don't have imaginations.)

Live action imaginings. Thinking about it makes me feel like Jojo from Suessical the Musical. Whenever my family and I went on a road trip, I was a princess* being rescued by some bodyguard. My mother, the queen, was always taken away from me, leaving me defenseless. Fortunately, there was a man who should not have cared about me who steps up to feel the void. While my family and myself were driving to our destination, I was being transported by my bodyguard to the safe house. I would go to bed in real life as I was being tucked in by my bodyguard turned father figure.

Or, in line with my strong male figures, I lived with my brother and father. We had a copacetic relationship in a cool flat. I meant the world to them yet lived my life in a way that said I never needed help.** There was probably a love interest cast in the likeness of Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon (Ms. Moon may have very well been my problem). I had independence. I had men who would do anything for me. I had it all.

Some of my stories were based in reality. I had a crush on a boy and would dream of the beginnings of our undying love for one another. Laughable, I know. It was always a relationship that couldn't be shaken by anything. Peer pressure, trials, nothing. We were army strong able to endure anything. Somewhere after that I decided to remove the real people from my life from my imaginings. I started making up things that seem so impossible but made my so happy thinking about them. 

• My favorite love story of two who met in high school. They helped each other navigate stresses at home and school. There was an interesting dynamic to their relationship. It seemed that the harder of the two led the pack, but nothing was ever done without the softer's comfort in consideration.
• There was the girl who ran away from an abusive home with a dog that loved her unconditionally. The dog ends up saving her like and being a pathway for her to get to her future husband.
• A girl who was a young dancer having to choose between her boyfriend or the dance troupe that will take far in life.
• There was the one that I may have mentioned before. He's a college boy who loves his mother unconditionally. His mother an incredible pianist that improvised piano compositions while listening to the radio.
• I had teenage pregnancies that needed to be overcome. Usually alone as my family was so angry and ashamed they immediately turned me out.

There were so many travel/touring/live anywhere stories. I recall more that one powerful overseer story.

• A young lady protected from afar by a dangerous person who promised her dying mother/best and only friend to always watch over her.
• There was the wife of a rock star that ended up with seven kids (at my last count), who never missed a tour date and managed to never neglect her kids.
• A girl ran away from home to find her uncle, only seven years her single, who was a tech on tour with some band.

There were spy stories, action stories, love stories, mysteries. These things come to me. Sometimes it's a complete rip off of some narration I've just seen. Sometimes it's a dream that I cannot let go. It is hours of pulling me out of my reality. Sometimes it becomes almost a pre-sleep ritual. I've wondered at what point is it unhealthy. Do I do it as a way to cope with something I don't like? I find fewer stories come to me when I'm feeling content. When things change they start up again. I follow the rabbit trail until a new one pops up.

*Yes, I know the implications of imaging I was a princess. I cringe a bit recalling this.

**I just confused myself. I never caught that conflict when I was younger.