On that first day, i ran down the hill and into the road (few cars ever came along it) and had the good sense to stop running before i reached the store. i was liked, and what a difference it made. i was respected not as mrs. henderson's grandchild or bailey's sister but for just being marguerite johnson. —i know why the caged bird sings, maya angelou read the passage. what is angelou’s viewpoint toward the time she spent with mrs. flowers? it was a humorous time that made her laugh. it was very important to her. it was something she dreaded and avoided. it was one of many things she enjoyed.