PickledCherub

In my dream, I was standing in front of a classroom of small children. Up front, there was this young blonde girl with pig-tails and rainbows. I said to one of my friends, "Hey, that's me." I pulled my young self up and started talking to her. "See this book," I said. "One day you're going to read this book." It was a children's book, in French and English. She seemed a bit recalcitrant, indignant maybe. I like the young me. She was wary of the world, independent, a strong little presence. Polite, too, as I could feel myself being a bit of an imposition to her. How often do you get to meet your past self?

Speaking of, I re-read one of my old journals from my trip in Europe with mom. I was at the beginning of a rather long fascination with my old high school chum Ben K. I also had my life figured out. I had written down two, maybe three goals. One: be creative, make music with Chris and Claire. Two: make others happy. Three: have a child. So it seems that that Amy had goals. I wonder, did kindergarten Amy have goals, too? What were they? Most likely: be an international double agent princess rock star; and, learn how to read. Some goals we meet.