Personal Narrative I am a daydreamer

I am just another dreamer. Everything that happened in my life and what has happened around me has been repeated and regenerated in my mind. I think what happened and imagine what will happen in the future. I think how things can be done and how things can develop. When I was asked where I was after three years, I immediately saw the whole scene. I am going to school, living alone, preparing to own my boutique, and imagining only typical college students.

When I was in my teens, I was fancy anytime and anywhere. I dream of being on a train, in an airplane, in a car, or on a bed. I like to drive several hours to listen to my favorite songs and fantasies about the prince I will see someday. Since I am a child of childhood, I think about the number of days to reduce my weight. I imagine the beautiful clothes I am wearing. I am not a safe haven for eternity forever. The most common thing is that people dream of Surrealism. What can never happen. Do you know the movie "Football Punch"? The hero's baby doll was trapped in a mental hospital by her stepfather. To get rid of the difficulties her had faced, she retreated to a fictitious world. In her dream world, she managed to become a superhero who managed to escape from prison. This is basically like my daydreaming:

Many years ago, I attended my entire K - 12 school. My teacher will fantasize in class. I seem to have done something wrong. When I was a child, I realized that I could better preserve the information I taught to you if I relaxed my thoughts. Sadly, in my eyes, my daydream ended my transcript as a complaint to my parents; I forced to be a dreamer in the closet. I believe my way of thinking is confusing.

In retrospect, I can see those signs. Although I was always fantasy and introverted, I arrived at a talented class early in elementary school. I have never had any behavioral problems, but my teacher thinks that I am thinking that I am quiet and socially familiar with the stereotype of a smart girl. I am living a very organized family life, parents and grandparents are investing in my education, confirming that I am organized and doing my homework. As a child or teenager, I can not always keep my room clean, but this is considered a personal failure and does not indicate a bigger problem. If someone is looking for it, college warning signs are also obvious. It is difficult to arrange and arrange priorities orderly; my room never came together, and I often broke up in class. I was able to steadily graduate with an average B, but I have no choice but to think that I could do better with my previous intervention.