Saturday, April 4, 2015

Through the Eyes of a Child

I interrupt my timeline of events to share some amusing things that I stumbled across this afternoon - then it's back to finish up the 2014 material.  (I know, I know.  Hopelessly behind.)

A while back, Mom and Dad were cleaning out their basement and found a box of stuff that was mine - old school papers, report cards, art work, etc. - and decided it would be better stored in my crawl space than in their basement.  Fair enough.  But I already had a box of similar stuff, so I decided to do a little cleaning out and consolidating.  Here's what I learned about myself from a few years back:
  • If I had a general store (I don't think I came up with this premise myself; I think it was a writing prompt) I would stock it with bright materials - hey, some things never change!  I would also like it to be located "anywhere in Georgia".  So then, some things do change.
  • Apparently the biggest problems in the world, at least back when I was in grade school, are that "people are always either fighting or polluting".
  •  My dream name was Christina Nicole.  Unfortunately, my parents went with Karmen Lynn.
Most of the papers ended up in the trash, but a few were too good to toss out.  I'm sure in another 20 years I'll get another laugh out of them :)


2 comments:

  1. I love these! It's so fun to go through those tubs and find out who we were as children. So, you were headed to Georgia... If I remember correctly, I once made the statement that I would probably work either in Pennsylvania or Mexico. At least we were both somewhat flexible. Too bad about your name. I went through a phase of wanting to be called Jennifer, as my friend, Jim M., likes to remind me. I'm quite happy now to be Kamela. :-) The one that made (makes) me actually laugh out loud is the second one. I can just see you writing that in all earnestness, concerned about the future of the world in which people are always either fighting or polluting. I guess that pretty much covers it. You've made me want to be a peacemaker and throw my garbage in the can. If you ever get a hankering to share any more of your childhood contemplations, I, for one, would be very interested in reading them!

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  2. I just realized that my comment was nearly as long as your post! :-)

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