He imagines crazy an’ weird things happening on nearby Mulberry Street.Ī street full of magical happenings - like the elephant bearing a Pasha’s pillion as it saunters by, on the cover - that only zany kids like me enjoyed. Which elicited nothing but tut-tut’s from my teachers. I wrote my crazy stories as reality - MY reality. So I did her what I thought was one much better. Giving into the enemy: the banal world of adults! Wow, was I disappointed in her goody-two-shoes demeanour! There was a little girl named Sue who attended our class, a distant (socially as well as geographically) neighbour on our street, who would always add the socially acceptable caveat “but it was all a dream” to her inventive creations. My productions were frantically incantory of bizarre and distant mythical events, transmogrified by my rebellious line drawings. My grade school teachers used to give us kids creative writing assignments.
T Kids have the most OUTLANDISH imaginations.īut picture that imaginative ability quadrupled in the child with undiagnosed Asperger’s Disorder, like me, and you have some idea of the hold of that trait on MY febrile brain. But picture that imaginative ability quadrupled in the child with undiagnosed Asperger’s Disorder, like me, and you have some idea of the hold of that trait on MY febrile brain. Kids have the most OUTLANDISH imaginations.