oh well, better luck next life
July 8, 2010
when i was a kid, i wanted to be an archeologist.
i was fascinated by science, math and history.
my mother, who was a teacher, would bring home the most interesting books for me.
i was especially excited one day when she brought a microscope home.
i loved looking at the flies and worms i found in the back yard.
placing their little parts on the glass slides, pretending that i knew what i was looking at.
i imagined that my adult life would be spent discovering artifacts, digging for lost parts of history.
somewhere along the line my interests swayed and i began to enjoy the things that most young ladies do.
but when i had those times to myself i would remember that feeling i had.
those dreams of discovering what was lost.
ive always been one for history.
and in my adult life i’ve tried to continue some of the secret goals i had as a kid.
unfortuanelty, its a bit late to become an archeologist.
but the blessing that has been given through time is my access to information.
with the help of my friend the internet, i have been able to research more than i ever dreamed of learning as a kid.
sure it would have been great to become one of the few black female archeologists.
but maybe ill give that a real go around next lifetime.