When I'm Grown-Up

When I was in school, my mom kept a memory book. The book had pages for each year of school, and a place for information like favorite subject, best friend, and my favorite, "What You Want to Be When You Grow Up." Each year best friends and favorite subjects changed, but I held fast to my future aspirations. I wanted to be either a writer (wrtir) or a model (modle).

Sadly, at some point, once puberty hit, with a merciless fury, I had no shortage of people willing to tell me that I was in no way,shape, or form "model material." Although one kind soul did say I had nice hands- so I guess I could have pursued hand modeling... I read lots of bloggers who make fun of bloggers like me- who pose and "frolic" in fields. They think it's cheesy and stupid.

But for me, this is my chance to be a model. Let's face it- I am too old, too short, and too heavy to be a "real model". I enjoy scouting out places to take pictures. It's one of the things I look most forward to about summer vacation. I won't be rushed and I will be able to explore my town and surrounding towns for cool places to shoot. Well, I'm also looking forward to a break and sleeping late, but you know what I mean!!

I was really excited Saturday afternoon when Curtis, Sean and I stumbled open this rocking alley! I will be back here a lot. And I couldn't help but giggle at the name of this old department store. I'm such a teenage boy sometimes!