Dream Profession

One of my favorite weeks of the year was Scholastic Book Fair week at school. The teachers and staff enjoyed an hour or so of free time from lessons, and the students, mostly, liked not having to be in a class session. For myself, and a few others, this week was a haven of sorts. We would save money and beg for some more from parents and guardians to be able to splurge and spend on books and posters and pencils and other little trinkets and bobbles. It was a grand time.

And that time was when my love affair with stories began, or at least was encouraged. I would buy random books (Goosebumps and Animorphs were always in the selection though) and read them voraciously. It was a bit of a double edged sword as my efforts to obtain as many books as possible from the Fair were quickly worked through since I would read my hard earned totems within days of acquisition. I no longer had new stories to read; thus, I would reread and analyze and ponder over the ones I had just gone through. I would consider why these characters would do what they did and what the writer was trying to convey. Or what I would have done or written differently in the story. Or how the tale would have ended had just one detail changed. In essence, I was deconstructing and reconstructing every book and film and television show that I engaged with. I was becoming infatuated with stories.

Of course, once I realized that the stories in the books and movies and television shows I loved were written by actual people for a job, I knew that was what I wanted to do when I grew up. I still do, and will find a way to do so.

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