I'd just relax and de-focus for a moment, keeping my eyes on a printed maze but not really looking at it. To me, the path never really looked any different visually -- it was just clearly and distinctly evident in ways that I cannot properly articulate.
Once the path revealed itself through no particular effort on my part, I could trace it out with a pencil or a crayon or whatever.
I could do this trace by starting from random points in the middle, drawing lines towards the outside, or start at one end or the other. It didn't really make a difference to me where I started the trace. To me, I was just tracing parts of a path that I knew to be correct -- it didn't matter at all to me what order I drew them in.
It was a rather unpopular trick. Other kids were sure that I was cheating (as if I had a catalog of solutions to all of the world's mazes in my head or something) or showing off (they may have been right about this last part).
Adults would proclaim (rather insistently) I must be doing it wrong somehow despite consistently and confidently, if unconventionally, arriving at the correct answer on the first try. They tended to make it very clear that they were unappreciative of this departure from normalcy.
I'd just relax and de-focus for a moment, keeping my eyes on a printed maze but not really looking at it. To me, the path never really looked any different visually -- it was just clearly and distinctly evident in ways that I cannot properly articulate.
Once the path revealed itself through no particular effort on my part, I could trace it out with a pencil or a crayon or whatever.
I could do this trace by starting from random points in the middle, drawing lines towards the outside, or start at one end or the other. It didn't really make a difference to me where I started the trace. To me, I was just tracing parts of a path that I knew to be correct -- it didn't matter at all to me what order I drew them in.
It was a rather unpopular trick. Other kids were sure that I was cheating (as if I had a catalog of solutions to all of the world's mazes in my head or something) or showing off (they may have been right about this last part).
Adults would proclaim (rather insistently) I must be doing it wrong somehow despite consistently and confidently, if unconventionally, arriving at the correct answer on the first try. They tended to make it very clear that they were unappreciative of this departure from normalcy.