But, you know how a lot of folks know who they are/what they wanna be from a young age? Not me. For a long time, I didn't know what I wanted to be "when I grew up." Like, I'm talking, even in my 30's... I always wished I was one of those kids who knew all along.
Then, the other day, my brother uploaded a bunch of old family pics on the web and shared them with me and my sisters. And amongst them, I found this pic of my room when I was a kid:
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Uh, it's almost ALL cats. There's ONE picture of a dog (a beagle to be exact, eating peanut butter). I had zero memory of my room being full of lions, tigers and kittens. Oh my!
I mentioned here before that (a) I'm allergic to cats (at least at first) and (b) Rita hates cats, so we won't be owning a cat any time soon.
But apparently, my inner child is a cat person. How do I reconcile that with writing Fido-friendly fiction?!
The old photos also prompted me to dig for a journal from a cross-country trip we took almost 40 years ago. I found it in my keepsake box - but it was all of 4 pages long. (Cross-country and I could only write 4 pages?? And I call myself a writer?) Then I also found all my old sketch pads--FULL of drawings.
Cat drawings, you ask?
Well, I asked the same thing, and the VERY FIRST PAGE in the first sketchbook was this:
Luckily, the next page was this anatomically correct drawing of our beagle, Barney:
And, phew, there were other Barney drawings including this one:
And this one:
There were other animals too: mice, bunnies, horses.
And this fine Gonzo. . . who is . . . a bird?? Maybe? Anyway, he's an animal of some sort.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't a Dog Writer when I was ten. But at least I was drawing dogs - thinking about them artisctically. At least I was an animal loving artiste as a kid. Maybe I did know who I was back then.
What about you? Did you know who you were and what you wanted to grow up to be as a kid?
Thanks to BlogPaws for hosting Wordless Wednesday. (Sorry, again, about all the words...)