Let’s just say I was an old soul as a child. I never really felt young and sometimes found other children a nuisance.
It really feels as if I have got younger as I have grown older.
Of course the answer to what do you want to be when you grow up should be – Healthy and Happy. But lets look at the professions I set my sights on during my school years…
At five years old – still with a massive amount of growing up to do – I wanted to be a stripper. I thought it would be the job for me. Even then I liked being naked and for some reason had a little bit of an obsession with Las Vegas. Probably influenced by something I’d seen on TV. My dad had been a big Elvis fan. Stripping seemed to go with Las Vegas in the very young May’s mind.
Some strippers probably have lots of fun. I enjoyed writing a story about one. But by the time I was old enough to be one I lacked confidence and simply hated performing.
I still dislike acting in front of a crowd but as you all know I do enjoy taking off my clothes…
Reading and Growing up
At primary school I read.
Roller skated a bit.
But mainly read.
By eight I had covered all the Famous Five and Malory Towers books. Moved on to Edgar Rice Burroughs and the amazing Tarzan series. By ten I was devouring Jane Eyre and a few other romantic classics.
So you can understand why in junior school I was seen as slightly precocious when it came to reading. I would rote learn my spellings each week, never failing to get ten out of ten – forgetting them all the following week) – and enjoyed maths. The nuns thought I was a dead cert to pass the eleven plus so were confused when I failed. The reasons could have been because of what happened here or maybe I had a learning problem they hadn’t recognised?
At my convent secondary school I continued in my own conscientious way – growing up and reading. At twelve I was enjoying the James Herriot series and by fourteen Edgar Allen Poe came to bed with me. Plus I had taken to reading my brothers porn magazines before leaving for school.
When I was asked the when you are grown up question I would reply – librarian. Because I loved books and reading.
But then I discovered writing. I started with poetry and moved on to keeping a diary. And at school with a dictionary in hand I was able to create some excellent stories. One teacher giving me 11 out of 10 for a tale I have always remembered. Maybe I will recreate it for my blog sometime.
But because I loved to write and had a crazy visual imagination by the time I was 14, when asked that question I would reply –
A Journalist or writer.
It didn’t happen. Because I couldn’t perform when it came to the English exams. In those days books were not allowed into the examination room . My trusted dictionary companion remained in the bag.
My problem was spelling – I kept replacing words that I wanted to use for words I knew how to spell. I almost, but not quiet, failed my English A’Level – which was fine because I went abroad for a while and learned far more than any decent grade would have taught me.
It was at Uni that I was finally diagnosed with dyslexia. I am not one for labels but it certainly explained a few things to me.
I never became a journalist. But I have worn many hats.
- A waitress in a very swish, well known wine bar. Frequented by people who had more money than sense.
- Computer Analyst/programmer on a plant that consisted of mainly men
- A special needs teacher assistant.
- A Nutritional therapist.
Plus a few more.
And of course a mother.
Dreams come true
Now a days it does not seem to matter if you can spell or not. There are numerous checkers out there so I can write exactly what I want using words that I have no idea how to construct.
Indeed, since last November, when I reached the final of the Smut Marathon competition, each month I’m being paid for some of my online stories and articles.
I am also in print in an anthology with another one on its way.
As to the stripping – I never became a stripper, yet I do love to get naked for my blog photos.
Arguably it could be said , I eventually fulfilled both my when I grow up wishes.