I didn’t always want to be a writer. In fact, I didn’t even really think that I could be a writer and get paid until recently (the past few years) but I have always been very sure about what I’ve wanted to be. Until I found the next best thing. And I was an extremely nerdy child. I still am.
I’ll start at five, because as long as I’m being honest, a paying job meant nothing to me before then.
Five years old:
I wanted to join the circus because I read a book and saw that elephants were in circuses and I loved elephants. But then I also found out that clowns were in circuses and that just seemed awkward to be petrified of a coworker.
Six years old:
After seeing how wonderful teachers were at school, I wanted to be a teacher. But then I witnessed my teacher have a nervous breakdown in front of the class. So maybe something else. Also, what teachers get paid is insanely not fair. I mean, what the heck?
Seven years old:
I wanted to be a paleontologist that specialized in the study of dinosaurs. My favorite dinosaur was the Stegosaurus and I can’t remember much, but seven year old me could tell you anything about them. Even if I had to make it up.
Eight years old:
I still wanted to be a paleontologist. Even though Jurassic Park still gave me nightmares, (The movie just makes me laugh now) I still really wanted to study dinosaurs. They were just interesting.
Nine years old:
I wanted to be a fashion designer. My sister got a special notebook that had special paper and really cool tips on how to make fashion things. This died out fairly quickly as I found out that I can’t “fashion” for the life of me.
Ten years old:
When I was ten, our family got internet for the first time and by golly, I wanted to be a Youtube star. I wanted to make videos for all the internet to see. So far, I’ve made a few “movies”, but they’ve only been shared amongst family.
Eleven years old:
At eleven, I wanted to be an architect. It sounded fun. I was really good at Geometry. But I just got so bored thinking about sitting down and drawing out a house. Where was the fun in that? So that didn’t last long either.
Twelve years old:
I wanted to be a caricature artist. I loved drawing, but I can’t draw for the life of me. Especially when I’m trying to draw something that isn’t in my mind. I’ll just stick to my own way of drawing.
Thirteen years old:
I wanted to be a park ranger. It sounded like fun. I loved going to the local state park and I admired the people that protected it and I wanted to protect it too.
Fourteen years old:
Then it hit me. I just wanted to learn about animals. So I made the firm decision that I was going to be a zoologist. I made plans for college and even looked into where I might work and dreamed of my future that was surely going to be successful. So I began to learn about animals. Some would say on an obsessive level.
Fifteen years old:
Then, after being struck by lightning yet again, I made another firm decision that I would be a veterinarian. But no ordinary vet. No. I had a very definite plan in place. I would graduate high school with honors. Graduate college with honors. Open my own veterinarian hospital then retire with a large sum of cash that I earned from intelligent investing. Then I would travel the world, using my previous knowledge as a vet to help other animals for free (being that I was already rich). I pictured myself in Africa in gunfights with poachers. And that was the life I wanted. Then Ean and Max happened to me…
Sixteen to now:
As stupid as the name “Ghost in the Basement” and characters like Ean and Max sounds, it pretty much took over my life. If writing were a person instead of a verb, then it would be considered an abusive relationship… at first. At first, I did not know how to handle it. I had no idea how to steer the reigns or hone my abilities. I was completely self taught. For a while, everything was little crazy, but now life is amazing. Now I have a medium that fits me.
And the truth is, I can still do any of these things if I wanted to and anything else. Maybe not graduate high school with honors, but still, I can have almost any career I want. Even a reality T.V. Star. Even President.