WalterTrull
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When I'm Older...
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Shadow Wolf
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Usually?
Usually?
Yeah unless you do something really stupid that involves 4 dimensions and a bottle of tequila
yeah, that'd be me...and I know why I can't do that kind of thing...ankles don't talk to the inner ear, and neither talk to the balance system in the brain...I do not, cannot walk in a straight line.
Shadow Wolf
Certified People sTabber
Im not sure I ever really thought about what things would be like when I was older. My childhood was miserable, and my life became a day-to-day ordeal very early on.
dianaiad
Well-Known Member
I dunno. I'll tell you when I'm grown up.
Socializing, though I know now Aspergers was holding me back. But as I kid I thought, and was told multiple times, I was just a weirdo.
I really had no prospects at all -- quite literally. As a kid in the Children's Aid, never adopted, I knew full well that at 18 I would dumped, whether I'd finished high school or not, and basically have no means of support except what I could earn on my own. That's what I had to look forward to.
At the same time, in high school, there were things I was good at, including mathematics, languages, science, acting and singing (I had lead roles in every Shakespeare production and every operetta throughout). There were also things I was terrible at -- sports, social skills and pretending to be straight.
Inevitably, since I was a very badly disturbed kid (my stepfather was a vicious brute, and nearly killed me twice), I was booted out of school (permitted to write my Grade 11 exams, which I passed with flying colours), and the Children's Aid dumped me, at 17, in a room at the YMCA for 3 months, at the end of which, I was told, I was on my own.
Suffice to say, the early years were not good, but eventually I got a job I could do, and worked really hard to improve myself. I started as an inventory clerk, studied at night and became a cost accountant, then accountant, then senior and manager. Then I bought my company their first computer and actually learned to program it. Whole new career! Eventually, through a lot of projects and promotions, I wound up as the Vice President of Information Technology for a major Canadian insurance company (with a Grade 11 education!).
And now, at almost 72, I've discovered family! Between my birth father (not my step-father) and my mother, I have 16 half brothers and sisters, and I've now met many of them. Along with several score nieces and nephews, great nieces and nephews and spouses all over the place.
I rather think it doesn't matter all that much what you dreamed (or didn't) of when you were very young. Life has a way of happening.
shmogie
Well-Known Member
Golf