My mother recently found a letter I had sent her from my grandmother’s house when I was in elementary school.
We both got a good laugh out of the first sentence where I misspelled a word and then circled it — as I would edit an article now for the magazine. At that age, I thought I would for sure be a teacher or vet, but it seems my underlying passion for words was quite apparent.
While I didn’t decide to study journalism until my second year in college, I guess my writing and editing skills have been around for a while. So it made me think: How early do we start to (maybe subconsciously) realize our dream job?
Did you beg to mow the lawn at a young age, or ride along with your dad on the mower (I loved changing the speed from “turtle” to “rabbit”)? Or maybe you remember a love for design and solving space issues. I think it’s interesting to connect the dots between things we “just did” as a child to what we do for a living now.
What are your ironic or laughable childhood moments that led to you being a landscaper?