In childhood, many had friends and girlfriends, some real, others imaginary. Kids who find it difficult to make friends in reality, invent imaginary friends, or your little world with its inhabitants. This friend was the girl from my group in the kindergarten. No one besides him did not speak, of course the other kids didn't understand her behavior, and therefore was not friends with her. But most likely the girl is not bothered, because she had a friend who was always there for her.
In primary school I had a friend Andrew, we were sitting at the same Desk. The lessons Andrew is absolutely not listened to the teacher and just sat through all the lessons drew in his thick notebook. And he drew not cars and transformers, as usual all the boys in his paintings of the smiling shaggy-haired four-eyed creature. Waving their branched arms of the trees, while winking at a passing hairy orange monster with three hands. In the sky flew smile, of which flew smaller, multicolored stars. In one word the little boy lived in his imaginary world. It is also not worried sidelong glances of their peers and the hurtful words that had struck Andrew in the back by my classmates.
In my childhood were not imaginary friends, was his fictional place where you could hide from the outside world, and the friends I have as there were none, except that such acquaintances. But I liked spending time with animals, watching the pigeons that pecked the seeds from my porch. I always wanted and even dreamed of learning to understand the language of animals, birds, and other creatures. Know what they say, what they want, what they ache to help.
Many years have passed, but sometimes when you look at animals and birds, then I catch myself thinking, "and yet I wonder, what are they saying?".
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