Dear Reader,
I was watching a talk show the other day and the host was interviewing a group of second graders. It was a cute piece. "Do you like school? Do you like your teacher?" And of course, the host asked the "What do you want to be when you grow up?" question.
Most of the answers were predictable. "I want to be an astronaut, a fireman, a ballerina." But one young boy quietly said, "I want to be normal."
I don't know, I think that young man should consider rethinking his career goal. Personally, I take pride in the fact that people find me a bit strange. But his serious answer did get me to thinking. Did I have such deep thoughts on my mind when I was in second grade?
I do recall telling people that I wanted to be a missionary when I grew up. But actually I spent most of my hours, in second grade, thinking about bigger issues--like how to impress Larry Harris, the boy whose desk was next to mine.
I knew for sure if Larry could just see me in my new light-green, chiffon dress--the one with the can-can slip underneath it--that he'd look my way. But my mother always said no when I asked if I could wear it to school, insisting that the dress was only for special occasions. (Obviously she didn't see Larry in the same way that I did.) So one morning I finally told my mother it was dress-up day at school--which was a lie--and in my mind killed any chances of becoming a missionary.
And look at what happened. I grew up to be one wacky writer. Maybe I should've wished for just a little bit of normal?
To see photos of me being 'normal,' click here.http://www.emailbookclub.com/photo/normal.html
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
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