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It no longer made sense for me to have free rein over my desires, since none of them manifested as precursors of genius. My passion, once free to pool in the impressions left by whatever stones I’d overturned on my own, had to be slipped into a narrow barrel and focused on my future: A target my parents had lovingly prepared, like a bridal dowry, from the moment I was born. Then suddenly, or so it felt, my big imagination had to go. I was a wild kid in the natural sense of “wild,” content to spend hours at the basketball court picking honeysuckle from the fences or holed up at the library, and my parents let me run feral and precocious and fantastic. I daydreamed a lot, imagining myself as an Animorph or a rock star or, my most precious wish, a writer whose shelves were filled with their own work. My mother’s most cutting comment about me is that I have “a big imagination.” This wasn’t a problem when I was a kid: I regularly went all-in on school art projects and could chatter for hours about whatever nonsense I was fixated on at the time. This is Formation Jukebox, a column by Lio Min on being in transition and the music that helps them make sense of it all.
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