Richard, you could no more get my mind to concentrate, than fly. That goes for hundreds of thousands of other children too. You need to concentrate your mind on that fact.

You have a conversation with me, and my mind is off having a thousand different conversations at once. A picture will come into my head and off I go, down a completely different pathway, eventually coming back, possibly, to the original topic.

This does not make me, or others, thick, it is merely that our minds work differently to yours.

For instance, take me to a museum, my son too, and within 30 minutes I'm jumping to get out into the fresh air. My daughter however, wants to live inside The British Museum, she adores it, soaks up every word, knows more than most of the staff I'd imagine, about so very many things inside it.   My son and I are both "OK, seen one arrow, seen the entire thousand on display! Sunshine here we come!"

I fall asleep more often than not, reading books, or watching a film. I always know when I've read a great book, seen a great film, because it's KEPT my attention. Same with a great teacher too, or a wonderful CD.

The other day I went to Totnes Museum. Well, I was really enjoying looking at the costumes, the kitchen, the bedroom etc, because I related to it all, saw the four poster bed and whooosh my mind was away with faeries in moments, seeing the lovers there from so long ago...But then, Charles Babbage came up..and there he was sitting at his desk, and on that desk were some Logarithm papers...YIKES! not seen those horrendous things since school. Charles was looking angry, apparently, because there was a mistake in some of the numbers, and they were getting the public to try to work out where they were....All I saw was an ocean of meaningless numbers, no pictures to them, just squiggles, mesningless squiggles....and that was it, I was away over the other side of the room and back to the lovers in that 4 poster faster than Mr. Babbage could do a mathematical equation!

The difference between my mind and yours is that I understand how we all think differently, and why. I know that the lights in my brain ignite in places where you have no bulbs, whilst your brain is lit in a totally different way to mine. Your brain may be filled with Babbage Bulbs, mine is filled with Faerie Bulbs. Each has their place. Others have Brain Surgeon Bulbs. Musical Bulbs. Writer's Bulbs and some, of course, have a mixture of many.

We need different brains for different things in life. Nature designed us so. School, so often, demands that we all learn the things that 'they' have decided we need to learn.   Some may never write, never be able to, but they may be the best storytellers in the world. Others may never be able to read, yet have vivid imaginations.

The Education System in its arrogant ?'wisdom'? is damaging many brains, making them study and study and STUDY things they loathe, that do no ignite their brain in the slightest. ALL that does is turn off the bright sparkling bulbs that have been in those brains, in other 'rooms' completely. And you are left with an empty museum, filled with nothing but the colour Red, an Angry Red, that causes its owner to lash out with tongue and fist to all those they regard as The Enemy.

ALL lights should be handled with care. Every bulb in every brain is inserted before birth, turned on at birth, and should remain LongLife Bulbs for Eternity.

Education is turning them off, in a Massive Power Failure, the likes of which has never been seen before.

It's up to those who run Education to decide if they want to reconnect The Lost Bulbs to The National Grid once again.


By all means criticise me, but hey, please don't treat me with disdain purely because whilst most of my class was doing logarithms, my brain was connecting with light, with sunshine, with shadows, with grass, with leaves, with clouds and sky, with shimmers and glimmers...for after all, it was a man seated one day under an apple tree who came up with a wondrous idea..........

My brain never stops marvelling, wondering, thinking, seeing, questioning....

On the BBC board some thought I started thread after thread to dominate the board. No such thing was even going through my head, it was merely that I had a thousand and one subjects I could talk about, start threads about, dream about, wonder about...

I am proud to be A Dreamer...

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