Daydream Believer
(My post this morning was inspired by Masked Mom and her posts about Laura Ingalls Wilder. ) My second grade teacher wrote on one of my report cards- "Julie is a good student, but she's a daydreamer." It's true. My childhood was spent in imagination. What my own world didn't give me, books did. I read voraciously and then lived those stories in my mind. In the fifth grade, we lived 'in the country' in Idaho. Miles out of town, the homes were separated by fields that would've easily supported football teams. Friends lived far away. Our house was a quaint two-story surrounded by land and behind it was the greatest back yard I could have dreamed of. There were empty ram-shackle buildings,(Which we were forbidden to enter-of course, we did. Sorry, Mom.) and trees, both standing and fallen, all the greatest playground for a girl who lived in her head. That year, our class read 'Island of the Blue Dolphins'. A book about a girl who...