This is My Life

I'm finding all kinds of fun stuff as I get ready for the big move. One of my favorites is an assignment my class was given when I was maybe nine or ten years old. It's titled "This is My Life" and asked us to describe and draw what we were like at ages 1, 2-4, 5, 7, and what we would be doing at age 16 and age 25. Here, from my private files, released publicly for the first time ever . . . THIS IS MY LIFE!

AGE 1: "When I was a baby I probably cried a lot. When I was one I fell down a lot." (Picture: me on a my back shouting "OW")

AGE 2-4: "I learned to walk when I was three. When I was four I rode a tricycle." (Picture: me riding the most oddly proportioned tricycle ever--I would need arms about eight feet long to reach the handlebars)

AGE 5: "When I was 5 I started school. My teacher was Mrs. Taylor." (Picture: Me standing at a table that has seven legs, all of them on one half of the table)

AGE 7: "When I was seven years old I played t-ball. I played second base." (Picture: Me swinging a massive bat at a ball that is likely to fly over my head)

AGE 16: "When I am sixteen I am going to drive a car. I am going to get a job." (Picture: Me driving some sort of jeep that has a partially-erased machine-gun emplacement in the back. Fairly successful prognostication! I DID drive a car and have a job at 16! My car did not have a machine gun.)

AGE 25: "When I am 25, I am going to ride in my Trans Am that Nick made me and turn the radio up loud. I will make weapons for the government." (Picture: Me--captioned "me"--in a building--aptly titled "Weapons Makers"--holding a funky looking rifle. I never did get that Trans Am, nor did my plans to join the military-industrial complex ever pan out. I have, however, on occasion, turned a radio up loud.)