I have always been a great builder of castles in the air.
My Year 5 teacher would, without any warning, rap my head with a ruler, saying, ‘are you with us, Katie?’ I’d jump like a startled rabbit, jerked back into the ordinary world. The dazed expression on my face made everyone around me giggle. I’d shrink back in my chair, bewildered and humiliated.
I couldn’t help being a daydreamer. Something – a word, a picture, an association – would spark a train of thought, a chain of images, a quick firing of nerve impulses in my brain. The real world faded to black, and the imaginary world quickened with life. I would not even be aware that I had drifted away. Time seemed to fold its wings, and minutes passed like seconds.