Little Daydreamer
April 9th, 2005From the time I was born, I was a daydreamer. In preschool and kindergarten, I remember spending much of the time daydreaming. The teacher would be talking, and I would have no recollection of what she (I had no male teachers yet) was saying.
My social skills were rather poor. I was naturally a shy little girl. Compounded with my shyness was the fact that I preferred playing with toys over playing with other children.
I remember getting in trouble often for breaking the rules. It wasn’t that I was purposely disobedient; it was more that I didn’t understand the rules or even know that they existed.
One day my kindergarten teacher had a talk with my parents. I didn’t realize what was going on until she told them that I was a good student but refused to follow directions. I was confused and wondered how they could possibly be talking about me, since I had no memory of the accusation. I think that I just daydreamed so much that I didn’t notice when I was being given directions.