When I grow up I wanna be a drummer in a rock band, an artist, a famous photographer with cool coffee table books, a grandma, a floral arranger, an interior decorator, a chocolatier, someone's muse...this page reflects my ever changing interests.
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This was taken before my first fishing trip. I caught a small fish and my dad took it off the hook and onto the stringer. I was satisfied that it was alive and dangling happily in the water. We got back to the dock and I asked what we were going to do with it, to which my dad replied - clean it and have it for dinner. I went into the boathouse and took the bar of Ivory that was there as we often bathed right off of the dock. Not that kind of clean. I cried. Dad let the fish go.
And this from the girl who a year later thought that when the pre-school teacher asked us to bring in a sign of spring, brought to school a piece of cardboard with the word SPRING written on it decorated with flowers and birds.