I came across this early home-made book by Miranda July. She wrote and illustrated it herself when she was 7. I love that in it you can already see who she will become as an artist. And it really makes me wonder if it is true that we are just born the person who we *are* and even though we change as we grow up, we do so only within certain limits.
Some time ago, I read that if you are trying to figure out what you want to do with your life, you should think back on the time when you were a kid and try to remember what made you completely lose track of time. What games did you play for hours? What made you really happy and proud?
When I was in 3rd grade, I got a reputation for telling funny stories. My grade teacher was really smart and awesome and supportive and told me to write them down and read them out loud in class. I would tell stories about getting lice and not being able to leave the house or going sledding with my sister and describe adults falling on ice and use bad words like "butt". I can still hear the sound of my 30 classmates roaring with laughter. I don't think I have felt as proud with myself ever since and, when I really think about it, telling little stories and getting people to laugh a bit, is still my favorite thing to do.
What is yours? And, more importantly, can you trace your current loves and passions to something you used to do as a kid?