Not what you were expecting, is it? When I was a little girl, I used to pray at night before I went to bed that I would wake up as a fox.
It sounds silly reflecting back on that childhood dream, but I really did believe that God would turn me into a fox if I prayed hard enough.
Obviously, I'm not a fox and the prayer didn't work, but I can't say that I'm disappointed. I'm actually very happy that God decided, "Hey, she wants to be a fox, but she'll thank me for ignoring that request someday."
I am thankful.
1) I have opposable thumbs and I can type this post.
2) Foxes have a bad reputation and I have a good one.
3) Foxes can get mange and it looks really gross. I do not have mange. Nor do I anticipate having it.
So, thanks. But why would I want to be a fox in the first place?
Good question. I thought that being a fox would be super cool. That's about it. Other than that early childhood fancy, I don't think I've ever wanted to be like someone else.
Thankfully, I've always had pretty good self-worth. I also led a very sheltered life, so I was protected from some of the nastiness of society out there.
I'm not going to say that I didn't have my share of bad times, but I somehow managed to keep my head up and push past whatever threatened my sanity.
These days I don't want to be a fox.
I want to be a wolf. They're much bigger and faster, and they can hunt big game. Like me.
|From 2010-12-28 Hunting 2010|
Well, that concludes this week's YA Highway: Road Trip Wednesday. Hope y'all enjoyed my little flashback to childhood innocence.
Am I the only one who wished to be an animal?