Dreamers & Authors

As a little kid, I did a lot of day dreaming. I guess most kids do but mine seemed to go somewhere, like in a story. No the hero was not me but just a random feeling about a being in the universe going on a journey and seeking something. They were pleasant for me although I did not know why I was having them or what they meant.

It turns out that I was seeking to be heard from my parents, that I felt invisible and a bit lost. As a kid, you do not know what makes your parents do anything. You just know you are to be compliant and are encouraged not to question the directive. And because no answers are forth coming, you continue to drift and look for answers from the universe.

One thing that also made things difficult is that I sensed emotions from others. I seemed to know when someone was hurting or needed something. It became a bit overwhelming at times because all I wanted to do was help but was not experienced enough to know what to do. With time, that ability became a gift.

As I grew older I was drawn elsewhere to find some sort of acceptance of who I am. Something in my mind made me think that I was not what I was supposed to be. That made me restless and I found it difficult to express this to my folks though I tried often. In later years I was able to tell them I knew I was loved but felt like they did not like me because I was not the same as they were.

That is quite a burden for a little kid to carry around. But I learned a lot about people and because of my active dream life was able to easily make up stories. Later I used that to tell my son the stories I made up and then even later, I started doing e-books for kids