10-year-old Heather thought that her adult life would be as follows:
-I would either be a teacher*, a librarian or own a bookstore.
-If a bookstore owner, my apartment would be above the store.
-I would live alone, and spend my evenings alone, reading. I wasn't interested in boys.
-I didn't imagine my place having a television or computer.
-I also wanted a bathtub full of skittles.
At least I got one thing right. 10 year old me would be happy. Er, it wasn't the bathtub full of skittles. Still waiting on that. I meant that I get a lot of alone time. With the cats. Which I did not think I would have (can you believe that there was a time when I was fairly indifferent towards them?).
*I did try my hand at teaching. I was part of the Teaching Acadamy at my high school and I went to elementary schools and taught a lesson plan once a month. It sucked balls and I hated it. Mostly because all my lesson plans had to be about morals and ethics. But also because the kids were really annoying.
