Childhood Dreams...

Childhood dreams are sometimes improbable, impossible, impractical, or just plain silly. And yet, they can shape us so much...

Interestingly my dreams contradicted themselves, and are nothing like what i want now.
i had two most visited daydreams, the first was about Amy Carmicheal. If you don't know, she was a missionary in India, she worked with children, mostly orphans or the abandoned. i was about 5 or 6 when i first heard of Amy. i thought she was just the coolest person ever, and i wanted to be her when i grew up. Noe you'll notice i didn't want to be like her, no i wanted to be her. i asked some of my friends to start calling me Amy, and i daydreamed about what i'd do when i got to India. Today, i don't have any desire to go to India, and if you know me at all you'll know how i feel about kids. i still have a great deal of respect for Amy Carmicheal, i think she was an incredible woman. But i no longer want to be her.

The second dream i had was vastly different, and interestingly enough i'm a lot closer to fulfilling this one than i ever thought i would be (or wanted to be). When i was really young my dad would take me to work with him sometimes. i thought his work was so cool! It was a big building, with all kinds of neat equipment that the guys would give me rides on. i thought it smelled so interesting too, it reminded me of my dad. All the grease, oil, dirt, and general machine shop smells. And the girls who worked the front desk were so pretty, and nice. They'd give me pop and candy and let me sit at the counter and talk to the customers. A lot of the guys there, both employees and customers said i was "cute" or "adorable". i loved going to my dads work, and i wanted to work there when i grew up. Well, i don't work for RSC... but i do work in the office of a machine shop, i take orders, answer the phone , and talk to customers just like those other girls did. i spend all day talking to mechanics, and yes, it does smell like the shop my dad worked in. i know this is a pretty weird dream for a little girl, but i loved my dad, and i wanted to be like him.

So, those are two of my childhood daydreams. What are some of yours?