I was about ten years old and fantasised ? dreamed about what girls would look like. In a dream that recurred regularly, I was looking at girls in my class. As soon as I almost saw what I wanted to see, flowers grew and hid it from sight. If I wanted to look through them, more beautiful, colourful flowers appeared on slowly growing stalks. So what I wanted to happen didn’t happen, but it was still very beautiful. So beautiful that I remember it to this day. I have now cut out this dream.