Growing up with an Imagination

Tammy

By Tammy Trail

I am sure many of our readers can remember their childhood dreams of being a nurse, a doctor, a fireman, or a mommy. Maybe you wanted to be all of those wonderful people at different points in your life. They are all admirable professions. When I was a kid I never thought I would live past the age of 25. I know that sounds morbid. To my little mind that was a huge number of years.

It wasn’t until I got into high school that my parents discussed anything about the future after graduation. We never discussed goals, or if I wanted to get a job in a specific profession. The plan was to get through high school. That was it.

Neither of my parents graduated from high school. They never went to a trade school or college. Neither pairs of my grandparents went on to further their educations. So what’s a girl to do with no idea where to start? I wanted to be a singer in a band, like the Partridge Family. I constantly watched musicals on television, my favorite is “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. I wanted to be Jane Powell and twirl and sing and win the heart of a mountain man.

Later in my junior high years I began to read, read, read, and I wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder and live in….you guess it. A little house on the prairie. The other character I read about that intrigued me enough to want to jump into the page was Nancy Drew. Not only did she acquire a reputation as a solver of mysteries, but she had great friends, a steady boyfriend who never made demands on her, a great Dad who approved of everything she did.

In high school, it was all about survival. I don’t know about you, but you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to go and do high school all over again. It was the pits. The only thing that really saved me were, books. I read all the time. I read everything I could get my hands on. I daydreamed my life away in my teens. It was so much more entertaining than reality.

In reality, I had very few friends. In my dreams, I was popular.

In reality, I had a very dysfunctional family. In my dreams, I lived with the Walton’s

In reality, I had very few choices in life. In my dreams, I could become anyone I wanted to.

Now that I am all grown up I have found that life is what you make it. I didn’t know that when I was a kid. I have tried very hard to create a life different from the one I grew up in, I had help. I met a man named Jesus, and he has directed my path ever since. I admit, I have not always listened to him and I made foolish mistakes.

Now, I have a great husband who encourages me in my adult dream to be a writer. I have great kids who I have encouraged from day one to become whoever they want to be. My kids were able to explore after school activities, sports, and the arts. My daughter is currently attending Nursing school and has a high-grade point average. My son is an Eagle Scout and plans to attend college as well.

My new milestone is that of Grandmother. I enjoy my grandsons so much. Now I am able to encourage the next generation not to settle for anything less than what the Lord has in store for them.

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Tell the Writing Prompts Crew what you daydreamed about as a kid.

4 thoughts on “Growing up with an Imagination

    • I have often wondered if those of us with very vivid imaginations are the ones that turn out to be the storytellers, or writers.

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