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Five

A post called To Be or Not to Be – answered the question posed today – When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I just reread it and recalled a few more memories from that young age. Some of it difficult. I have a lot of trouble remembering some of my early years. I wish I could figure it out. I’m not sure if the troubling memories keep overriding other positive ones or what it is.

5 years old was probably the year I started hanging out with Rusty, Billy and Brad because we had just moved to the neighborhood the year before. Sports, bikes, playing in the woods and games were our common thread.

To be honest, I don’t think any 5-year-old knows what the hell they want to be other than having fun with friends and being part of a family. I know I liked to play baseball a lot then and remember having a bat that was too big for me.

Play ball. Photo by Mike Hartley


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Want to be

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? – Nah, not interested in this question from the daily writing prompt.

I didn’t know what I wanted to be coming out of high school let alone 5 years old. To be honest some of my youth I block out. That timeframe between 5-10 years of age was difficult for me.

My better half says I never grew up so I guess I can still pick what I want to be.

So I chose artist.

Taking flight, but first some breakfast. Photo by Mike Hartley

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To be or not to be

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? – The Daily Writing prompt asks a lot of me to remember that far back.

I remember few things at the age of 5. We were only a year in our new home. I remember 4 of us played a lot of outdoor games and road bikes.

I remember helping my mom in the gardens and not liking it. In retrospect a poor decision, she had beautiful gardens around the home and could have taught me how to do landscaping.

I remember my dad struggling with his health. But boy did that Navy uniform look sharp on him. From what I can remember I think that it might have been it. I can remember wearing his hat around and we played military games a lot back then. That was till late in the year when adults were glued to the news and TV’s. Things got real serious and dad was gone a lot. It was my first history lesson. The Cuban Missile crisis.

Midshipmen hanging in Annapolis MD. Photo by Mike Hartley