My parents, who were passionate about my emotional education from an early age, took me to classical concerts frequently from the time I was in kindergarten. Although it was difficult to find such famous musicians in a small town concert hall, there were still several times a year when a program was put together that classical music fans would want to go to, and my whole family went to these together every time.
Back then, there were no concerts for children, and even though I was a small child, I had to listen to the performances in silence, just like an adult. They lasted at least an hour and a half. No matter how accustomed I was to listening to classical music, it was hard for me to sit there for that long. But I did. Because I had a green dragonfly.
It was a little plastic dragonfly brooch my mother gave me. I loved insects, so I treasured it and wore it on my best dress that I wore to every concert. When I got bored of listening to the music or sitting still, I let the dragonfly fly freely in my head. I still prefer books to images because images just can't surpass what I have in my head. Perhaps it is because of how often I daydreamed those days.
My parents always praised me and were amazed at how I could sit quietly listening to the performances. They must not have known that I was making dragonflies fly in my imagination at that time.
Even now, in similar situations to that time, I imagine those green dragonflies flying. My dragonflies always fly freely in the sky.