Seriously?  You already expect me to have an answer to that?  You do realize I’m not even 2 right?  And as far as I can see, people who are 10 times my age still haven’t grown up…so, yea.  Don’t expect an answer from me today on that.   Pfff.   Societal pressures are just too much sometimes.   Can’t a kid just be a kid anymore? 

Okay, so I don’t have an answer for what I want to be when I grow up, but I’ve decided that taking pictures isn’t such a horrible option.  Yep, I admit it.  Watching Momma and Daddy capture moments of time and preserve things as they are isn’t so bad.   Course I’m not supposed to look at it that way at my age.  Besides, the best part is the camera. 

Future Photographer?

Seeing a Whole New World

I’m not talking about the sorry excuses that Momma and Daddy have tried to pass off as a camera.  Those silly plastic ones.  Mere toys.  On our road trip, I got to use real cameras.  Oh my.   It’s cool because you can look at mountain.  Then you can look through the camera and see something different.  You can focus on just the grass in the corner.  You can focus on the clouds above the mountain.  You can focus on the rocks on the mountain.  I understand now what Momma means when she says she gets to see a different world through her camera.   And when it’s all done, when you’re looking at your picture, you feel happy.  You feel like someone just gave you a juice drink, a new toy car AND offered to read you a book.   You feel content, like when Momma or Daddy hold you in a big hug.  You feel excited like when you haven’t seen your monkey stuffed animal in a while and then find it under your bed.  

So, yea.  I think I will be taking many many eleventeen pictures when I grow up. It’s a super cool thing.  Now, where’s that camera…