The Daily Post Jul 9, 2015
Daily 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?
Since I’m so bored today, I’ll play along with the prompt…
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For ONE brief shining moment when I was growing up (after having seen the movie The Unfinished Dance) I wanted very much to be a ballerina. Even had ballerina pictures hanging over my bed. That little urge, however, was squashed very quickly by one look from mom! Some people see the writing on the wall, I saw it in her eyes!
SO! Having abandoned said aspirations, I quickly changed directions. There were no nurse, teaching, or secretary ambitions on my radar (though later in life I deeply regretted NOT going into teaching, and I did end up making a heck of a secretary — and though I survived the blood of my children’s childhoods, I KNOW nursing would never have been in the cards).
It just so happened my dad was an explorer extraordinaire. That man had us from one end of this country to the ‘tuther! And out of our educational and sometimes messy adventures, Ohio’s own Native American Indian lore, and the mystery of the prehistoric Mound Builders culture, grew a desire to become an archaeologist! And this was a LONG time before anyone ever dreamed of Indiana Jones and Raiders of the Lost Ark (though there had been two versions of the movie King Solomon’s Mines by then — 1937/1950).
Thanks to the library, I lived out my early years as an archaeologist in Pompeii, Jerusalem, Egypt, Knossos, Crete, and Stonehenge, to name a few places. I actually held on to that dream for a long time. Right up until it came time to look at what I wanted to do for college. I found out very quickly that courses for that kind of profession were scattered far and wide, were very expensive, and seldom paid the rent. Took me all of one visit with the guidance counselor to realize a snowball would have a better chance of surviving in…well, some place hot than I would of winding up on a dig somewhere.
So taking the path of least resistance, I accepted a full scholarship to a business college and learned to take shorthand at 140 wpm. (Two years later offices were using recorders!) The only good thing I unearthed there was Lord Drollery!!!
And while it may seem like I’m a long, long way away from what I originally wanted to do, I have to say I have spent a great deal of time spelunking in the caves of my mind and heart. Though not as fascinating as the plaster casts made of the victims of Vesuvius in Pompeii and Herculaneum, or the mystical mystery of Stonehenge, it’s been entertaining and educational in its turn.
But just once I’d like to see one of those wonders that I dreamed about for so long. Who knows. Maybe someday. I still have a lot of life to live! With my luck, however, I’d likely end up in one of those Indiana Jones-type pickles. You know the ones?