Evidently I’m somewhat psychic.
My mom has been sorting through stuff and has come across years’ worth of childhood memories. She scanned and sent me this one, because aside from the incredible colouring job (I stayed inside the lines, people!) it’s pretty accurate.
“When I grow up I will go and live in Calgary, Alberta. I will be a teacher and have one dog and a camper. I will have a big house and a big backyard. I will get married and have children. And I will have a pool with a diving board and a slide and we will get a computer. The End.”
Impressive, right? I was born in Calgary, but I have no idea why my elementary-school-aged self thought I would move back here. But she was right. And I’m married and have children and one dog (and a computer, obviously). I’m not a teacher (don’t have the patience for it) and I don’t have a camper (although I wouldn’t say no since that would mean slightly more civilized camping). We have a house with a backyard, and I’m sure my youthful self would have thought them both the stuff (and size) of dreams. No pool though, unless you count the inflatable one that still hangs over our deck.
But who knows? With this much accuracy, who’s to say the rest isn’t still my destiny?
The crystal ball has spoken.
