When I Grow Up: A Life of Adventure and Dreams

That’s easy.

“When I grow up . . .”

And why?

Well, when I was a kid, I made one very powerful prayer to God. I asked that he didn’t allow me to lead a boring life. I wanted a life that was different from those I saw around me. I wanted a life that was full of love and adventure. I wanted the horizon to always roll away from as I pursued it.

And I just know that when I made that prayer, God, the Father, leaned back, smiled and said, “OK, Mr. Adventure. Buckle up!”

And I’ve been blessed beyond measure.

I’ve got the love I wanted.

I have a God who is crazy about me (don’t ask me why)!

A beautiful wife who after thirty plus years still thinks I’m all it, and who I love with a passion most people couldn’t understand!

I’ve kids and grandkids that adore me and think the world of me!

I’ve two puppies who think I’m the greatest example of a human being there is (I only hope I’m half as good as they think I am)!

I have a home!

I have food!

I have good friends!

Work I enjoy!

I write and love it!

I’ve lived my adventures. I’ve chased bad guys. I’ve seen war. I’ve seen victory. And I’ve seen defeat.

I’ve even been dead once and lived to tell about it (how’s that for a play on words). Read about that here.

And my adventures aren’t over yet.

Nope. Not by a long shot.

Kurt Vonnegut wrote that the most interesting sixty-five-year-olds he met were those who don’t know what they want to be when they grow up. I think I fit into that because there’s so much I still want to be.

I want to be a best-selling author. I don’t need to set the world on fire though that would be nice. Just enough to live a comfortable life.

And I still wouldn’t mind adding astronaut to my resume. Since I don’t think NASA would take an old starry-eyed dreamer, I’d have to rely on Jeff or Elon to give me a ride (hint, hint, guys) on one of their rockets to make that happen. That might be one that will have to wait.

But if I do live long enough, I’d like to go back to school, get my degree upgraded and maybe do astrophysics for real.

You know, “When I grow up . . .” might look pretty good on a tombstone. Of course, I’ve already decided that I’ll be cremated, and so I guess that means (here it comes – Click here for drum roll) “I want to make an ash of myself.”

Hmmmmm, Bombo!