Little Girl Dream
If you had asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up at 7 or 10 or even 14, I would have told you a stock car driver. My big childhood family outings were to watch the Cubs lose at sunny Wrigley Field and to go to the races. I loved the speed, the deafening loudness of the laps. I wanted to be the first woman stock car driver. A Petty blue car. The number 11. My own pit crew. A girl playing with the big boys.
I’m glad I wasn’t afraid to tell anybody that I dreamed of growing up wild.
While I was traveling, I read Maggie's poem Pink Little Girl and a few beautiful lines have stuck with me...
Quiet little girls
With pink and proper dress
Grow up wild and tattooed...
Read it! It’s great.
I'll come back to blogging about safari and Timbuktu soon. Meanwhile, I'm booking my next trip. Here to Toyko to Bangkok to Dhaka to Kathmandu and back again.