collections and obsessions...straight from the horses mouth (and mom's)

It started with Fisher Price Little People animals. I used to "migrate" them all through the house until they reached a boat. There must have been atleast 75 animals and I was about 3 y/o and if mom or Marcus moved them out of order I would lose it! The reason I put them in a certain order was because it seemed logical that they would migrate by species. Mom and Dad never understood the importance of this. I couldn't clean them up at night because it would disturb the pattern I had created. (mom and dad still don't really understand this) It gave me a sense of control and I like that.
I graduated from Little People to.fossils and  Dinosaurs that I would "raise" as my pets. Mom sat on one in the van one time and I was sure she killed it. (again, I (mom) was unsure where very active imagination ended and ocd began). Then books, bakugan,and now Star Wars and Legos and certain video games are now what I collect and yes,sometimes obssess over. Mom and Dad limit my time playing video games which is frustrating because sometimes I'm really deep into a game and my time is up. I think about these things probably 90% of the time which worries my mom. She says I need to stay well balanced and focused on the task at hand which is difficult sometimes because all I want to do is play a game or build, take apart and rebuild a lego set or fight a battle droid in the basement. Mom sometimes yells downstairs to ask who I'm talking to when I'm deep in battle with the Seperatists. I'm not sure if all 10 y/o boys still pretend play so it's something I refrain from at school even though every now and again I'm sure there's a bounty hunter in the trees outside of school that needs fighting off.
I like the security of my imagination because it's my rules and my boundaries and no one can tell me I'm doing something wrong or "correct" me. My feelings never get hurt by the characters in my imagination and I can totally be who I am. That's an awesome feeling and I wish I could feel that way everyday in real life. SO for now, I'll continue to retreat to my imaginaion, and collections and yes obsessions (frustrations for mom and dad) until I find someone who shares my common interests and doesn't think I'm wierd.