Met this very cool 11-1/2-year-old girl today whose family (she’s an only kiddo, like my own) moved next door—a few months ago— to my folks’ house (where there’s a pool and where I lived since I was 7) house in Denver.
Apparently this lovely, friendly, (&, just my take on it) aware young lady “auditioned” and got into the esteemed <City Name> School of the Arts (middle and high school) here in our Fair City in the Creative Writing program (NOT an easy feat, from what I hear).
.I spoke to both her parents about writing for a living, and after 14+ years at MSFT, I hope I didn’t scare them. (Frankly, I scared myself, considering the waste of time, energy, and skill I’ve had to SUCK UP to the past 18 months). This lovely child’s dream is to write fantasy novels and do travel writing (yeah—what writer”s dream isn’t?) and when I told her what I have been doing these many years, her slightly and beautifully slanted chocolate brown eyes (she’s half Micronesian) eyes glazed over and I could see she thought I wasn’t a *real* writer.
It gave me pause.
But I wanted to tell her (& did tell her archeologist parents) that if you can WRITE, you can get any job—even if it’s temporary. But 11-year-olds cannot see further than 3 or so months into the future.
Bian and G got along like peas and carrots. Maybe it was the intellectual connection. Maybe they both love playing in water? Maybe it’s the writing thing (B wants to be a food critic) . Maybe it’s an Asian thing (doubt it). I was simply casually there —@ a poolside table struggling through the Sunday NY Times puzzle with them—and none of that came up. It was just friend-to-friend connection.
Love that simplicity of connection. Miss it. Miss being able to just trust it.
I love to see that because you know what? That “let’s-just-see-if-we-can-play-together is such risk that kids take naturally; they instinctively know that to make friends, they have to simply put themselves out there —even if just for a limited amount of,time and even in a controlled environment–and…just go for it
That’s my goal for,the week: just go for it. (Gee, what a great slogan for sports equipments, eh? Only 25 years behind the times….)