This is part fantasy part dim recollection. It's an episode that did happen I think. The vocabulary used is that of an adult reflecting fondly on the past as I liked drawing as a child and still do. The supportive teacher did exist.
A blossom faced urchin me , in a dream world as I sketch, pink cloud smirk, blue vault swallow, lakes, lagoons, rivers and streams, a bold impish meander, praise to the skies from teacher, “You picture stuff well.” .
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