My Fourth Daily Prompt

Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I really enjoy getting up in the morning and opening my laptop to see what that days Daily Prompt is here on Word Press. I enjoy reading other peoples responses to them. Sometimes it isn’t a prompt that jumps out at me and inspires me to write something down but todays did.

When I first read the question ‘When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up ?’ I couldn’t remember. I can remember doing one of those career tests at high school and one of the options that the computer gave me after I answered some questions was a journalist and that stuck with me for a while. I would tell people that’s what I wanted to do when I grew up. It’s funny really because it is probably actually a good idea, having now realised my love of writing. But I didn’t pursue this dream because as I grew up I began to believe that to be a journalist would mean either travelling to war torn places or at the very least to be unafraid of confrontation. Can you imagine me the person scared of asking where the baked beans are in the supermarket chasing a politician along the street shouting hard hitting questions at him (or her)?! Obviously now at the grand old age of 41 I realise that there are lots of different types of journalism that don’t involve stalking or wearing a bullet proof vest and maybe just maybe that is something to think about…

Anyway back to the actual response to todays Daily Prompt. After some thinking I remember exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. It was a Librarian! My mum used to take me and my little brother and sister to the library after school and it was my favourite thing to do. I can remember all the shelves filled with books and little chairs you could sit on. I can remember the joy of selecting up to 5 books you were allowed to take home with you but I mostly remember the Librarian taking each book I had carefully selected opening the front cover and stamping the inside of the cover with the date it was due to be returned. She would move the book aside and stamp the next one placing it carefully on top of the other and I can clearly remember thinking that was the best job in the world and that is exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up.

NJ x

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