Dookoo wasn't like the other children. Dookoo thought differently than they did. The problem was, Dookoo didn't know that, her family didn't know it, her teachers didn't know it and the other kids didn't know it either. Everybody, including Dookoo, thought they were all thinking, hearing, and speaking words.
But Dookoo really thought in pictures. Beautiful, amazing pictures without time and without constraints. Pictures that reached into the depth of her soul, pictures that captured everything she was feeling, pictures that absorbed every color and every detail of anything that she ever saw or did or dreamed about. Because Dookoo thought in pictures all the time, she thought everybody did.
Dookoo also thought everybody else was smarter than she was because they could do things faster and easier than she could. That made Dookoo feel stupid, especially in school. Everything was always timed - reading, math facts, spelling. Dookoo could see in her head the most amazing stories but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't make the stories get from head to her hand. And even if she did get something down, she never got a good grade because her handwriting was too sloppy and the words weren't spelled right and she could never remember the grammar rules. School started to make Dookoo sick.
Dookoo wished she could live inside her head with all of the amazing pictures. In her head, Dookoo wasn't stupid. She could think through advanced mathematical concepts, invent things, but she didn't know that because she only had the pictures, not the words.
One day, Dookoo finally met an adult who understood thinking in pictures. For the first time Dookoo realized she wasn't stupid, she just thought differently from others.