As an astronaut I would have roamed through space
As a doctor I would have looked after the human race
My lofty dreams never materialized
I became a homemaker by God’s Grace
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
I shudder at my dream
As to what I was thinking
My dream was to become an astronaut
Of gliding through the universe
And seeing worlds unknown
And now I am glad
I am not
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
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Daily Prompt: Shake it Up
You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.
Being twelve years old is a blur in my memory. In growing up I don’t remember a birthday being celebrated. My mother died when I was five years old. Father was busy all the time. He was rarely home. My older brother would be out most of the time.
I had a lonely childhood. I spent my time on a swing in our backyard. I dreamt of becoming an astronaut as I swung to and fro. For company I had comics and books.
There is a distant memory of our next door neighbor. I remember, early in the morning rushing to our neighbor, (before leaving for school) with a comb in hand so that she could do my hair. I spent my weekends at her home.
Years later she got my address and visited me. I was so glad to see her. I had plans to visit her back. She died suddenly of a heart attack, and the only thing I did was to attend her funeral.
Sorry! I only remember books and my swing.
Swinging in the Air