I want to thank everyone for sharing their stories about how their childhood ambitions took them down the road they're now on. The reason I asked is that I am taking an online scrapping class with Shimelle Laine. Rosemary, who is a guest artist for this class, always had such cool books that she had made after a class with Shimelle, I thought I should try it. This class is called "When I Grow Up," and we're doing a book about what we wanted to be when we grew up. And I wanted to be all sorts of things: a princess (my real parents were going to rescue me--although I had a very nice home life), a baseball player (MLB), art teacher, pilot, doctor, mother (of eight, which now I think is fucking insane, but I also planned to marry rich which I didn't manage), marine biologist, international economist (in Russia!), geologist, literary agent, lawyer, book editor, and English professor. Now I'm a writer, although I did get pretty far on the last three. Anyway, hearing what others had to say was supposed to jar some memories. And it did--in another forum someone mentioned wanting to be Miss America. I used to imagine the speech I would give when I won--usually an Oscar, but also the Miss America crown...And now, I write speeches as part of my job, but not for anything very glamorous.
It's funny because really these projects just start with writing prompts. And, hell, I was a writing teacher for 8 years, I know my way around a writing prompt. But I never make prompts for scrapbooks. Instead I look at the pile of pictures I have to scrap, quiver a bit, and walk past them without picking them up. (Please, let's not even mention the book I started for best pal and haven't finished because I'm confused about dates.) What's a little funnier is that I don't even have photos for this book, so it's really going to be a journal. But in the end, I'll be one step closer to having pictures in albums--psychologically if not in any sense of the word "really."