When I Grow Up

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Finish this question, “When I grow up…”.

I’m sure I’m not the only one that heard that as a kid. If you’re like me, you may have more than one answer, or at least changed it a few times before you decided on one.

My earliest recollection of being asked that was answering “President.” Well I’m pretty sure I may not get to the top seat of the U.S. government, but I am currently vice president of the local ham radio club and have held that position since January 2016.

I know since the sixth grade, (and looking back that’s a long, long, time ago!), I decided that I wanted to be a photographer. I’m by no means a professional photographer, but my photos have been published in several magazines, calendar, and on my blog.

I think the only career that I’ve so far failed to be is cowgirl. Yes, I admit it, the only thing that I liked just as much if not better than Bugs Bunny cartoons on a Saturday morning was watching westerns on Saturday morning. The Rifleman, Bonanza, Rawhide, Wagon Train, The Wild, Wild West were just a few of them. It was fantasy galore for me all morning long imagining myself in all of them.

Fast forward to Christmas 2017 when I took my Christmas money and bought the complete series of Wanted Dead or Alive and the first two seasons of Laramie. So here I am again, reverting back to childhood, day dreaming about being a cowgirl. Good grief, if the DVD player quits on me, I may burst into tears for not being able to see dear Slim and Jess.

Oh well. I never expected to achieve everything. I guess in the long run, I’ve done pretty good. At least I can still daydream, right?