titmt – when i was a child…

…I used to daydream. I used to dream, and dream, and dream. From the time I woke up in the morning until the time I went to bed at night. I immersed myself in books because reading is like dreaming. When I sat in class at school and learned cursive and multiplication tables and the capital of California, I daydreamed.

I remember a particularly luscious one about sunflowers in the second grade.
sunflower_risingBut I don’t remember the long division I was supposed to have been paying attention to.

I had to stay after school with the teacher so she could show me long division. She couldn’t understand why I got some things so quickly and others not at all. If I could see her again, I would say, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Greene, but it was because there were some things I just never heard.” My husband’s stepmom said this might have been a coping mechanism. I suspect she might be right.

I’d like to say the daydreaming stopped when I was a kid, but actually I’m kind of glad it didn’t. Now I daydream stories and characters and have entire conversations in my head. But this time I write them down, and enter them in contests, and submit them for publication. Maybe I still don’t pay attention when I should, though how can I when I’m constructing war and sadness, love and little bits of truth?

(And…I’ve decided to share them. Soon (very soon!), I will have a page up on my blog where I will post my short stories. I hope you all will like them.)

Is it strange one of the things I loved most about childhood was something that…wasn’t exactly real? Hmm.

What about you? How would you complete the phrase: “When I was a child…”?

The Rules
I think there is real power in the human voice, as flawed as it may be. And when the voices speak together, when you have a multitude of voices speaking, patterns begin to emerge and there you can begin to understand truth. So in the spirit of the personal narrative, I am hosting a weekly challenge every Tuesday morning, where I will post a topic (ranging from the banal to the intimate) and ask readers to respond. I would love to see everyone’s answers and how similar and different they all are.

You can respond in any way you choose. You can give a fictional response or a true one. You can use words, sentences, and/or photographs. If you have a blog, you can link it with Mr. Linky below. Please be sure to include “Tell It To Me Tuesdays” in the title, and link back to this post. Feel free to use the “Tell It To Me Tuesday” button available to the right. If you don’t have a blog, but want to join in, you can just leave a comment. Please follow the rules. I don’t want to have to delete links. I like links! Don’t make me delete them.

TITMT
Next week’s challenge:
“I’ve learned…” (or: “I’ve discovered…”)

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5 thoughts on “titmt – when i was a child…

  1. I was (okay, still am) a daydreamer. Construct whole worlds in my head, characters with back stories, the whole thing. I used to think I would outgrow it, but I'm starting to think maybe I won't…

    I'll be looking forward to reading your stories. =^)

  2. I was never a daydreamer in the sense that I thought up different people and places. I have always been a master at just be-ing. Letting my mind zone out and not thinking about anything in particular. I am, too, looking forward to reading your stories.

  3. I can't wait to read your short stories.

    @Kirsten, I wish I could do that – my brain is always racing which stresses me out. My husband is always telling me I need to learn to switch off.

  4. Thanks ladies! My hubby said he'd try to help me put up the new page sometime today (*fingers crossed*). So we'll see! I hope to have it up by tomorrow.

  5. :O not sure I'm leaving that baby up. wait, who all reads your blog anyway?!

    nice to see you are putting up stories.