As a child, I would write stories, and spend most of my time in the woods behind my house. My teachers had always told my parents I was "a quiet girl", but truly my mind was always busy. I had so many thoughts, so many questions, so much I noticed, so much to say, but where should I start?
At home, I was always singing, dancing, highly animated.
I would climb trees wearing dresses with rips in my tights. I had imaginary friends, and I was fascinated with books on fairies.
I have always been very clear about who I am and what makes my soul shine. If my mom saw something in a store she would say "this is very Haley!" A video of another person doing something silly or dancing around looking like a fool, "that's very Haley."
I was very expressive, my facial expressions, my body language, my voice. My grandmother would tell my mother, "you gotta throw that kid in a play!" But at school, or in front of a large group, I was anxious, I was quiet, I preferred not to be noticed. I actually dreaded being noticed.
On the school bus, I would look out the window, looking forward to dropping my backpack on my dining room floor. I would take off for the woods with my journal in my hand.
So, those pictures I mentioned- which people are always painting-
I painted my own picture, too.
I tried not to.
I never knew why.
Why I was seen to be two completely different people in and out of closed doors.