I must’ve watched a lot of safari documentaries as a youngster. I do remember some but, moreso, I remember letting my imagination take me out there hidden amongst the tall, dry, yellow savannah grasslands, watching the animals and filming or photographing them.
I didn’t end up a wildlife photographer or reporter or documentary maker. Not sure I would want to be now. Life has gotten in the way, anyway. What’s nice about that memory is that I didn’t have much “life” to get in the way and my dreams were able to fly, unhindered, uncensored and untamed by the adult responsibilities that inevitably come when we “grow up”.
I’m learning to start to dream again and do so with the simple child-like wonder, unfettered and undaunted. Having children has awoken that part of me. I’ve a long way to travel back down that path but I have faith that I’ll get there.
What were your childhood dream/s and are you living them yet? Have they evolved with time?