Growing Up
My mom just found this picture that I drew when I was a kid. I stared at it for a long time and it got me thinking back to my childhood. Boy, I was obsessed with ice-cream cones. Wild, vivid, colorful ice-cream cones. And always on that checkered background too. I probably drew about 100 of these pictures as a child. When I was a kid the world was my imaginary play ground. I used to believe that I could fly, really I did. I had myself convinced that when my eyes were closed and my arms were out, I was flying. I just wasn't allowed to see it happening, but I believed it. I had big hopes for my future as a kid. Along with growing boobs and wearing pencil skirts here's what I wanted to do: - Become an astronaut and float in space. - Own my own ice-cream shop. - Become an executive so I could wear high heels and feel important. - Learn to play the saxophone like Kenny-G . - Travel the world helping people and adopting children like Mother Teresa . - Become a famous actress. I know ...