My days were long and boring. at 40, I lived just outside a small town in Iowa on an acreage, alone except for my son, who was 11 at the time. He was lots of fun, and great good company. I loved him till it actually hurt. But I had been a creative child. I should have gone places, but I was a huge slacker in the everlasting disappointment of counselors and teachers. Though Icut classes and got not so hot grades, kids always know a nerd when they see one. I may not have the assignment that day, but I knew a lot of stuff. Icould pick up an instrument and play it the first time, I knew the average mean temperature in Argentina..I just knew. I dont know how. I was observant I geuss in my own way.