Last week, I asked my Dad if he could find and scan in some photographs from when I was young doing creative activities to include in my keynote I’m giving tomorrow morning. This is one of the ones he sent.
The reason for the photographs, is I have fond memories of whenever people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I would say, “I want to be an artist.”
At that point I most likely thought it would have something to do with drawing. My Grandfather and I use to draw pictures back and forth in our letters and send them in the mail to each other. Whenever we got together we’d doodle. I had (and still do) a very active imagination and I was always making up some story and having fun with the nearest object making believe that it was something more exciting.
The point is, that as I grew older I continued to create new thing and try out new outlets for my passion to create. I got into blogging, found my way behind a microphone and now have written a book. This is one of the reasons I’m constantly taking photos because it keeps the creative vibe going. I’m not quite the artist I imagined when I was younger, but I’m ok with it.
I think adults too often forget how much fun creating is. How much fun they can have producing content in any medium that excites them.
In a strange, round about way I guess I did grow up to be an artist. In a loose, random, I wouldn’t have it any sort of way.
What did you want to be when you grew up?