When I Grow Up I Want to Be....
1. What grade are you in?
2. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
3. What do you want to be when you grow up?
The most common questions we pose to children....
Of course questions one and two deliver numerical answers.
Ahh but question 3, it opens up the whole world. A doctor? A police officer? A pilot? A video game designer? A famous actress/actor? A chef?
Of course questions one and two deliver numerical answers.
Ahh but question 3, it opens up the whole world. A doctor? A police officer? A pilot? A video game designer? A famous actress/actor? A chef?
For me from about age five I said architect. My answer typically drew a patronizing "well isn't that cute" look.
I hated that look.
But, most of the folks that gave me that look are dead, so all is forgiven.
But, most of the folks that gave me that look are dead, so all is forgiven.
It is actually an amazing gift to know what you want to be at a young age.
So this leads me to Dorothy. Dorothy is a life-long friend. Dorothy has traveled all over the world. She has worked for famous cooking magazines, owned her own bay area restaurant and catering business. Dorothy always knew what she wanted to be.
And, the fact of the matter is - Dorothy cooks better than anyone I have ever known.
Sorry grandma.
So go read her new blog. I'll make it easy click here!
Come hungry.
Roadboy's Travels © 2012
And, the fact of the matter is - Dorothy cooks better than anyone I have ever known.
Sorry grandma.
So go read her new blog. I'll make it easy click here!
Come hungry.
Roadboy's Travels © 2012
Hey, James~ I have to comment on this post because one of the first things I remember about you (and I remember the days when you and I were 5...) occurred in Mrs. Haley's first grade class, back in the days of double blue-lined paper and thick red pencils. You sat across the table from me, and one day, I watched you drawing with a ballpoint pen (!) and a ruler, executing spires and monolithic edifices and all manner of architectural designs. I remember wondering where you got that taboo ballpoint pen (and the ruler, too, for that matter), neither of which was "allowed." But I didn't "tell on you" because I think I knew that something important was happening, something inevitable. And by they way, while you were designing those marvelous spires, I was already deciding to be a teacher. I am grateful daily for being one of those folks who, like you and Dorothy, knew exactly what she wanted (and was born) to do when she grew up. I still love it, and it still feels fresh and exciting every year.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the post (and the memories...)
Cheryl
James,
ReplyDeleteYes, you can tell which one of us commenting knows "Jim" from childhood because we call him James! Thank you for including me in that wonderful post. I too hated the "will see" attitudes I'd get from adults when I told them what I wanted to do for a living. Some of us just know, and some of us find others who just know and then we prove each other right!
Thanks again dude!
Dorothy