I was thinking this morning that my ten year old self would be somewhat disappointed that I wasn't a millionaire by now. I'd respond that it's harder than it looks, and if he would have studied a little more who knows what would have happened! ha! A Facebook friend mentioned that his ten year old self wanted to be an astronaut, so "I guess they all get to be disappointed."
Of course, feel free to comment about the thoughts of your little 10 year old self.
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Plus- This just in- I finally find out who has been filling the internets with good stuff. Chipmunks, legos, and Star Wars- Here. I've seen his stuff floating around a lot lately.
Terry the ten year old would definitely be surprised with some of the other goals that I have achieved, even if they haven't meant the great financial rewards he had hoped for. I've checked quite a few things off my list that I made a little later in life, with several more to go.
I also remember that I looked forward to buying a certain canned chocolate drink (Choc-Cola, I believe it was called) whenever I wanted to(!) when I grew up. I don't believe that brand exists anymore (besides, my treat drink taste buds have turned to iced coffees and beer these days) but sometimes I buy something that reminds me of that stuff, just because. Kind of like keeping a promise to the little person that I was, all those years ago.
Of course, feel free to comment about the thoughts of your little 10 year old self.
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Plus- This just in- I finally find out who has been filling the internets with good stuff. Chipmunks, legos, and Star Wars- Here. I've seen his stuff floating around a lot lately.
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10 yr old Terry would be quite stoked with S.O.S.A.D. I'm sure.
My ten-year old self wanted to be a gymnast/ballerina. Then I realized you have to be coordinated. I "dance" with my youngest two kids now (at least until they get embarrassed by how ridiculous Mommy looks).
I do cook almost every day, though I never became a chef (stupid engineering got in the way).
However, 10 year old me would be pissed that I still don't have mutant powers. They should have developed by 15 at the latest.
My 10 year old self would be very happy that I now buy Kraft Mac and cheese instead of the generic stuff. He would think my wife and my dogs are the coolest (which they are). He would be happy to know that I now give to food banks so kids like him get a meal EVERY day.
My ten year old(Tomboy) self would be disappointed to know that I am NOT a truck driver who brings her big dog everywhere.
My grown up self HATES to drive (let alone anything big) but I love dogs and have a couple of them.
My 10 year old self wanted to be a horse breeder. I remember having to act out what we wanted to be in elementary school - a little hard for that one.
My 10 year old self would kick my adult self for not being on a horse in three years *sigh*. I could almost kick myself for it.
*laughs* believe it or not my 10 year self wanted to work in a haunted house when I grew up. I wanted to dress in cool spooky costumes and scare people.. I was a HUGE Barnabus Collins fan and loved all things spooky, eerie and haunting!
My grown up self does dress up as spooky things (vampires, witches, zombies...) for most holidays even the Nightmare Before Christmas...and I did grow up to be a real witch...I just have to dress normal for work...
So I guess some people never really grow up!
My ten year old self couldn't even contemplate growing up though I did have weird ideas about being an anthropologist but then thought I wouldn't like eating the same food as the tribes. I thought I'd die before I got old (and in my ten year old self terms that was before 35 LOLS)
I didn't think I'd live this long...but if I'd have known coming out was going to be so freaking easy, I'd have done it YEARS earlier...
I'm impressed by how much you can remember from when you were young. I will have to set aside some time to think about my 10-year-old self.
10?
Took the excess copper wire from a Cub Scouts radio building project and made a peace sign necklace for a girl I liked, then mailed it to her. I think that made her mom freak out a bit. I was too poor to buy jewelry. Wanted to be an Air Force pilot, but got sidetracked by aerodynamic design, and art.
Near to my 9 years old birthday I was very sad because I did not want to grow up. My sister told me that nr 9 was a wonderful nr and a wonderful age, and she got an old white shirt of my father and help me to paint an enormous 9 on its back. I often put on this shirt to stay at home (imagine: it was like a short and wide dress for my little body of nine years, my father was 1,85 meters tall). This convert nr nine in one of my favourites numbers and get more happy about my Peter Pan's crisis. When I got ten I knew I would got eleven and twelf and so on an it will not stop (the best is no stop)... Maybe this is the reason I remember so well the good times of my childhood and I try to not forget my imaginary adventures, imaginary friends, drawings, toys and liberty. Maybe that's why I like to revisit my childhood when I write for childrens.
I actually think my 10-year old self would be pretty hyped about how I turned out. After all, I can go to the bookstore and buy whatever I want, I got to be a photographer, and I still love old punk rock (I was a weird kid, alright?)
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