In my younger years I had a great many dreams. As early as I can remember the first thing I ever dreamt of being was Laura Inhalls Wilder. I wanted to move out to an unsettled land and get to experience new things. I longed to live a life on a farm, my happiest childhood moments were spent on my grandparents farm. I knew the West had already been tamed so I considered being a writer. I could create new worlds and share them with others. I wrote constantly but soon found myself doubting I could ever get published so I toyed with other ideas.
For a brief period I thought of singing or acting. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be on stage? I spent time in the school theater through middle school and high school. I enjoyed building sets, helping with costumes, memorizing lines, and bringing characters to life. I never pursued it in college.
My high school yearbook says I wanted to be a sniper. My oldest brother joined the military when I was young and I loved going to visit with him on the bases. He and his buddis made military life seem appealing. I took tests at the recruitment office and was told all I needed to do was to manage to be off my anxiety/panic attack medication for a year. I tried but ended up in the ER. So I had to set that dream aside. Looking back, I am thankful that I couldn’t do that.
So when graduation rolled around I turned to agriculture. I had spent the last three years in FFA (Future Farmers of America) and I loved it. I got experience in the greenhouse, I got to work at a fish hatchery, I worked with horses, I learned the ins and outs of farming. So I enrolled in Agriculture classes in college. The plan was to have my own farm and stables. I would offer riding lessons and in the summer I would offer riding camps. A one week camp would be for handicapped children (wether it be mental or physical) and I would offer scholarships so that those in financial distress could still send their children. I was so excited about this but then I got pregnant and it was suggested that I leave school until after I had my daughter. My instructors were concerned about my exposure to chemicals while being pregnant. So I left school and never returned to finish my agri-business degree.
I still dream about my stables and perhaps that is why horses end up in almost every story I write (all but Christmas as the Zoo). I am thankful that I was able to embrace my original childhood dream. Writing has been wonderful. I love creating new worlds, developing new ideas, sharing my characters with readers.
Did you have a dream that you had to set aside?