I am a DREAMER! And I hope you are too!
As a young girl, I both excelled and struggled at school. When I understood the lesson being taught, I mastered it quickly and easily. When I did not, it was like I had hit a roadblock that no one could break down. Leaving me swinging back and forth between feeling brilliant and also like a complete idiot all of the time. Sometimes, I would experience a whole day, or even week, of feeling quite clever before being flung back into feelings of complete inadequacy. Other times, I would shift back and forth many times in a single day. This was not helped by my love of being around other people and wanting desperately to communicate with them. There is not much time for socializing in the course of an American school day. At least, not when I was a child. These behavioral ‘issues’ or ‘distractions’ as my teachers saw them were treated with bad marks on my report cards and frequent reprimanding at home.
When I was a young girl, around the age of ten, my family owned an old, iron, birdcage. This large and beautiful cage sat in the corner of our patio, in the backyard. I cannot remember now whether it had no door at all or if we just always left it open. But, either way, the bottom of the cage was filled with a variety of seeds and nuts to attract wild birds and other little creatures to it, for them to eat at their leisure. We never closed them in. We only watched from a distance as they helped themselves to as much as they wanted.