Childhood Dreams

I informed my brother today that I was tired of everyone growing up and I wanted to be a kid again. Then, while I was trying to pick the perfect age to go back to, he ruined my plans by telling me that it wasn’t going to happen and I needed to be ok with growing up and all that good kind of stuff big brothers tell their little sisters. 
I love kids. I am delighted that I get to write for them and open new worlds for them through my books. I remember when I was eight, nine, ten, eleven. I thought being an author must be the most wonderful thing in the world. Imagine writing something and having gobs of people read it? Creating a world that others would dive into and almost become a part of? The very thought filled me with delight. Ten years later, it still fills me with a feeling of awe when I stop and take time to ponder it. 

I remember when I was about nine and I saw a book about a hungry caterpillar or desert animals or some such thing and it had been written by a twelve-year-old kid (I think). That was the first time I can recall realizing that a normal, average, everyday kid could actually write and get published. It spurred me on and made my dream more real.

What about you? Do you want to write? Do you dream of one day being published? It doesn’t matter if you’re six or 106, if you want to start writing, then why delay? Over at Go Teen Writers, a blog I have frequented quite often for several years, they’re hosting a writing challenge that is a great help to get people in the habit of writing. Why not take a moment and check it out?

So, even though I can’t go back in time, I realize that in reality, I’m doing exactly what I dreamed of doing as a child. Which is pretty exciting. (Well, except I did want to be a schoolteacher out West with my two cousins and sister and live in a shanty. Only, that was before we realized that the West had been settled and modernized. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up reading books like Laura Ingalls Wilder…)

What about you? Are you doing what you dreamed of as a child? 

4 thoughts on “Childhood Dreams”

  1. Bekah says:
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    I think I was eight or nine that I started a few stories. I'm afraid that I never did finish them. But when I was eleven, I wrote “Martha's Fun Summer”. I was quite surprised that I actually wrote a full story. I wasn't even sure if I would complete it. I was even more surprised that I was going to get published at such a young age. I can still remember the excited thrill of knowing that I was going to be a published author. And now, I've been published for six months already!

    This was such a lovely post!

    His Princess,
    Bekah

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  2. Helena says:
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    “Well, except I did want to be a schoolteacher out West with my two cousins and sister and live in a shanty. Only, that was before we realized that the West had been settled and modernized. I guess that's what happens when you grow up reading books like Laura Ingalls Wilder…”

    ^Best part of the entire post.

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  4. Aidyl Ewoh says:
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    Wow! Way to go on being published for six months! i know that's such a happy and satisfying feeling. Keep up with your dreams and goals and serving God with your life. It's encouraging to watch. 🙂

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