Sunday, November 20, 2005

Easy -- #27

Kelly (In My Opinion) and I were 'chatting' the other day and I asked her why she stopped doing her Sunday Easy entries.   She told me why and then she suggested that I take over, giving me her blessing to carry on her idea.  So, I'll give it a go. 

EASY -- Like Sunday morning!

Here's my question of the week.  Answer it in your journal and come back here and leave me a link in the comments.  I'll post your links next weekend and we'll start over again next Sunday.

Tell me.....

When you were growing up, what did you want to be as an adult and is that what you are doing now or did your ambitions change?

Growing up, I wanted to be a jockey.  I had a love affair with horses that lingers to this day.  I followed everything that had to do with horses and dreamed of being a jockey, until my early teens when my height and weight made it obvious that I had exceeded the reasonable size for a jockey.  Now, I'm doing the one thing I never dreamed I'd be doing, accounting.  I hated math in school, preferring to spend my time on creative writing and art. These days I write and dabble in photography for fun in my spare time; which worked out for the best, as I'd probably starve if I had to rely on either as a means to earn a living. :)

8 comments:

robinngabster said...

I wanted to be an Archeologist...like Indiana Jones.  I wanted to find treasures. I am not an Archeologist but I did find the two most precious treasures in the world when I found my husband and then our daughter.

karebear4x4 said...

I wanted to be a cop   i learned while entering the military that my hearing deficiency would keep me at bay from this career field...i also thought about being a park ranger   maybe one day i could still do that    now i'm headed further on my spiritual journey which is never a disappointment~kbear

pixiedustnme said...

ok, I'm done :-)  http://pixiedustnme.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-grow-up.html

bbartle3 said...

You provide a motive to respond to the
Sunday question, here, commenting in your
journal, but presently I have no motive to
enter the same subject in MY journal. So, here goes,
with what I wanted to do when I was a child.

I was desperate to fly a Spitfire in battle against
the luftwaffe. I made models of allied fighters, and
german fighters, and 'flew' them across our
enclosed verandah on cotten strings hung from hooks
in the ceiling. The model planes were made from balsa
over which I painted the colors of war.

As it happened, an adult relative first flew Spitfires
loaded with cameras not guns over what was then called
Burma. Later he fought, with guns, in the Battle of Britain.
He was shot down and came close to death at night in
the freezing sea before he was rescued. He never fully
recovered. It was part of family lore that on at least one
occasion he wore his heavy wool R.A.F. uniform while he
drove his tractor in the blazing Australian sun.

Barry





bbartle3 said...

Oops, forgot my journal link:
http://journals.aol.com/bbartle3/Vengeance/

Barry

lsfp1960 said...

Dona, thanks for keeping this going.  Here's my link;
http://journals.aol.com/lsfp1960/LindasWorld/entries/794

my3gifts said...

Here's my answer! :)
Christy
http://journals.aol.com/my3gifts/ChristysThoughts/entries/1416

randlprysock said...

Posting the link to my journal with answer for this... GREAT question!!

http://journals.aol.com/randlprysock/AdventuresFromFlorida/entries/1268

Lisa