I was looking through my notebook I had for that creative writing class and came across this post. I wrote it on Sept 10, 2010, at my desk in my dorm room, at 9:38pm.
Strangely enough, the dreams and goals I had when I was 19 are very much the same now.
When I grow up, I want to
join the Peace Corps. I want to own an amazing fancy camera and take pictures of different countries, of villages full of families, of volunteers and inspirational people. I want to help. I wan to live in Africa and become a great leader, someone who children look up to. I want to follow in Mother Teresa, Gandhi, and Nelson Mandela's footsteps. I want to change lives. I want to save the world.
(Enough of this serious stuff)
You will see me in the sky with a tiara on my head, a pink cape, and moccasins, flying around like an angel, and people will exclaim, 'Look, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superwoman! Kelsey is here to save the world!' I want to write wonderful children's books and maybe even a novel or two if my writing is up to par. My photographs will change the world. I will teach in helpless countries, and I will earn many teaching awards, and any money I receive will go toward the schools and education and maybe a new cape for me if mine gets ratty.
I will give, give, give, because I truly want to. And one day all my good deeds will turn into great karma and in my next life I will actually be an angel and when I wear my tiara and cape no one will make fun of me.