I was a wide-glowing-eyed dreamy girl. I wanted to save the world, help people, be a good Samaritan.
My first dream was to run an orphanage. The cartoon I was reading had a great impact on me. For a while after that, when someone asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I immediately answered, “Doctor.” I had watched a TV program that showed the borderless doctors in foreign lands. When I started the junior high, I wanted to be a teacher. A teacher for children with special needs, just like the teacher whom I knew. Being a cartoonist and a writer came next.
As I grew up, I became aware of the reality and the requirements to obtain any of those dreams. When I realized that my family couldn’t support me going to college, I ended up doing what I saw fit. I dumped all that and got an office job at the local company.
Three decades, several jobs, and a few places later, I am in the jungle with two dogs that my husband brought. I have taught them to obey, have taken care of my husband when he was sick, and have posted some stuff that I scribbled.
I’d say that I am pretty close to what I envisioned.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Futures Past.”
“As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?”