The Dreamer Dreams are beautiful. They go beyond your imagination and create a world so special that you start living in it. I was a dreamer once, and still am today. I still have the same dream that I had as a young boy. The problem is that I grew, but my dream did not. I always wanted to be an artist. I love the smooth texture of canvas and the colors, shades, and lines that give life to what seems to be a lifeless picture.

My dream began in a boring math class. I never liked numbers, as they never made any sense to me. For me, they never spoke a word. I started making ducks out of 5s and watermelons out of 0s before the math teacher caught me! The first time, Mr. Potter warned me. But I could hardly sit through his classes. He caught me drawing once again in his class and that was it. In those days, many adults believed that painters and artists were dropouts who could not find any job. My parents were called. Mr. Potter told them that I would fail miserably if I were to take up the arts. This idea upset my parents more than me. My father was a respected professional, and he expected me to become like him one day. He never understood why I could see ducks where others saw 5s. I tried explaining it to him, but I guess he did not understand it.

What text structure does the author use in the underlined section of the excerpt?

A. parallel plot
B. flashback
C. foreshadowing
D. pacing