... My Weird Childhood Secret ...

So yeah, I have this weird thing from my childhood that's been bugging me since like, forever. I used to hide in the attic when everyone was around and whisper loudly into a dusty old lamp... thinking it would talk back or something... I know it sounds silly now, but at seven years old, it felt really important. And one time, I swear I heard my grandma's laugh echoing back to me... It could just be the wind, but sometimes I wonder if that attic was the place where imagination had a conversation with reality. Now I feel like I should check on those dusty lamps every now and then, in case they have something new to say...