Ah, the innocence of childhood. I was definitely an innocent, naive child and I personally think that’s a wonderful way to grow up.
My childhood wasn’t perfect but it was pretty sweet. I wish my own children had the opportunity I did to grow up in the country and be protected from the things they talk about every day. Like clowns, school shootings, bombers, and school lockdowns. My teenagers know more about drugs than I do at the age of 40!
I’d love to go back to being a child again. Not so much for naivety I enjoyed but for the freedom I had to dream, read, learn, and run.
Angela for Substitute Teacher!
When I was a kid, I had whole list of occupations I wanted to pursue. Topping the list were substitute teacher, artist, author, and veterinarian.
Each year, my Mom had me write in my School Memory book the jobs I was most interested in. Although my School Memory book was lost in House Fire 2004, I clearly remember those four occupations interested me the most over the twelve years of my schooling.
Angela the Bookworm
When I was a kid I would spend hours upon hours reading books.
Summer time was the best. No school, reading books, and taking the occasional break to run barefoot outdoors in my huge back yard. Remember Trixie Belden? Of course you remember Nancy Drew! If I wasn’t reading a good horse novel, I was most likely reading a mystery with Trixie or Nancy. I also read novel’s my Mom had. Anything by Janette Oke was safe for my young, innocent eyes.
Angela the Musician
When I was a kid, I learned to play the piano and the flute. I struggled to learn both instruments, but I had struggled with lots of things up until that point – learning to read, learning to print neatly, hand writing, and getting along with other kids in school. Struggling and learning were the same thing and I loved to learn.
I don’t mean to brag but I was pretty good at both instruments. I credit genetics more than I credit my hard work ethic. I mean, I did put in my practice time, no doubt about it, but I know there were other kids that practiced just as much as I did and had a much harder time attaining the level of skill I did.
I know that sounds cocky so I’ll be honest and let you know that I’m not nearly as good as most pianists who have continued playing. Sadly, I’m not that interested in piano anymore. And I don’t even own a flute.
I tried to learn how to play the ukulele and violin in the last few years. I didn’t last very long. Getting a teacher would probably have been useful, but I just don’t have the same level of patience that I had when I was a child. Now I need everything perfect — or at least good — right away!
Angela the Author
When I was a kid, I remember making books in school. One of my favourite books was about a cat that I made in grade one. I don’t remember if it was a story or just random facts about cats, but I do remember the brown coloured cat head that made the cover. The entire book (all eight pages?) was in the shape of a cat head.
I also wrote a book about our adventures with squirrels. I believe that was in grade 4 or 5. That fall, my dad had killed a squirrel who had made a nest in our garage, not realizing that it had babies! When the babies came out looking for their mother, hardly able to walk, my Dad brought them into the house and we attempted to keep them alive. Two of the squirrels died within days. I’m not sure if the other squirrel took off on it’s own or my Dad put it out of it’s misery. I would love to have a squirrel as a pet.
The one thing I remember about my squirrel story is the illustrations. They were awful but I put so much work into them! I never drew very well although I bought a few drawing books in an attempt to improve my skills.
The Loss of Innocence
It’s sad to realize how I have lost so much of my innocence since my childhood. Life was so much simpler then — even if it was harder. When my kids look back, are they going to have the same thoughts? Have they ever been innocent?
Children these days lose their naivety much sooner. I blame television and the internet for that. I doubt anyone would argue with me.
What’s the solution? Go live in the middle of the boonies, I guess.
I’d love that. For the most part. My kids would probably hate it.