Hi, I’m Mona.

Then came a purple scooter.

Then my health changed, and getting around became much more difficult.

At first, I couldn’t name what I was missing. I knew I was unhappy, shut away from something that mattered. Eventually, I understood: I missed following a back road simply because I wondered where it went. Stopping beside a pond. Finding something unexpected beneath the trees.

I had lost a freedom I’d taken for granted—and part of how I felt like me.

Perhaps you know that feeling. Perhaps your own world has grown smaller, and you miss something you haven’t quite found the words for yet.

For me, the woods were still there. I just couldn’t reach them as I once had. Depression began to settle in.

Until I received the greatest gift I could have been given at that stage of my life: a hilariously bright purple scooter!

After a few rides, she began developing a personality. With that personality came a name: Amaranthine.

Amaranthine took me places my legs had almost forgotten.

Apparently, my imagination had acquired residents.

As we explored, I began finding the childhood joy and wonder Grandma Barber had encouraged. One discovery was a pond, where a funny, troll-like garden statue stood on a flat rock ledge. Eventually, that little fellow whispered a name to me.

“Boggarfinx.”

I began imagining the life of his pond and the secrets it might hold. His story followed me home and kept growing until I had to tell it.

Then a little troll-like figurine I’d purchased—simply because I had to have him—found his place in it.

“Hey, my name is Foggært. I love to adventure!”

Foggy, for short.

My imagination woke up—and I woke up with it. I wanted to go somewhere, make something, see what waited around the next bend. Whether I discovered a new place or noticed something different beside a familiar pond, I came home with things to tell.