The Evolution of My Childhood Dreams

For the longest time, when anyone would ask me "what I wanted to be when I grow up," I would always respond with entrepreneur. My parents taught me that word when I was a little kid, and I think they drew more pride from hearing me pronounce such a difficult word than me actually wanting to start my own business one day.

That dream ended when I opened up a brand new Nintendo 64, and fell in love with Mario, Donkey Kong, and The Legend of Zelda. I wanted to design video games. I wanted to program and create the biggest, most badass titles ever to rock a console. I wanted guns and I wanted explosions - and I wanted to link them together in beautiful story with no plot holes or cliches.

... what does that say now?

Let me tell you something, programming is hard. REALLY hard. I was already bad at math and logic - And programming is the epitome of everything I hated in school. 

So I adapted...

If I couldn't design the video games on a technical level, maybe I could design the story and overarching themes and feel!

So I decided I wanted to become a writer. I took creative writing classes where I wrote short stories and some poems and even attempted a play. I wrote all the time. I did well in my classes, and my stories were pretty creative, but overtime I just burned myself out. Everyone told me I was this great writer and had to pursue it as a career and I guess I became overwhelmed. Since elementary school, in the comment section of my early report cards, teachers pointed me in the writer's direction. I still enjoy it, but I quickly lose interest these days. I guess it was a high school thing. 

Speaking of high school things, for about a year I wanted to be a professional golfer. Golf team was going well, I had hit an all time low with my handicap (4) and I wanted to do my Dad proud (he was really into golf). But the more I tried to practice and take it seriously, the worse I got. Golf is a cruel, cruel mistress. To this day, I play the best when I don't go to the range, don't think about my swing, and just have fun with whoever I'm playing with. Grip it and rip it works the best for me. But that attitude doesn't lend itself to team play, and my dreams of out driving Tiger Woods quickly fell apart. 

Besides, he's got enough to worry about without me breathing down his neck.

Then I saw Spiderman 2 and for about twenty minutes thought about being Spiderman. 

Except I think I would use my powers for super-villainy. Not genocide super-villainy, but more like failing-at-robbing-banks-while-yakkety-sax-plays kind of super villainy. Cartoon villainy. 

After almost five semesters at college however, I don't think I have any more Childhood dreams. I have grown-up dreams. I have found my love. I want to combine my love for video games, with my love for writing, with creativity and passion. I want to design campaigns for video games. Its a combination of all my childhood loves and goals.

And I can even play golf with clients. 

Doing the bull dance - feeling the flow - Working it... working it.

...I'm not sure where Spiderman fits in there though!