the list of things i wanted to achieve when i was seven

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To be a scientist and to work in a zoo,

To make it to the Olympics as a pole vaulter

And to maybe end up in space

Or in the middle of the Atlantic

In a rowing boat, dreaming of nights

On my luxury yacht, with my movie star man,

Drinking bottle of Moet

And laughing at how lucky I am.

Like a lot of people, I had big dreams when I was seven and I had a checklist of things that I wanted to achieve. I actually wrote them down and put them in a little purse and I would often look at them and sometimes add so I still remember a lot of what was in the list.

The funny thing is that I have achieved nearly all of the big things but not in the way I expected. And it makes me think that actually the universe or God or whatever you believe is controlling things, has quite a sense of humour.

I wanted to swim the channel and hold a world record and I did that in my own right. But I also said that I wanted to have something I’d written printed in a national newspaper. I ended up working for a company that sold living aids for old people and I wrote the copy for the adverts. I remember buying the paper and just staring at the advert, knowing I had written those words. Alas, I never got my own opinion column, but there is still time.

I also promised myself I would go to the Olympics, but I didn’t specify that I wanted to compete. I was lucky enough to get a ticket to see the swimming when we hosted the Olympics in London – a once in a lifetime opportunity, if ever there was one.

I’m sure we all have those childhood dreams that we still hang onto and I’d love to hear what other people have actually carried out. I wonder if anyone reading this has actually made it to space yet?

Much Love

Rachel xx

where have all the dinosaurs gone?

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Where did all the dinosaurs, the ancient mummies,

The shuttles off to space, where did they go?

They traipsed around our dusty classrooms,

Flying from the school room roof in flurries of

The brightest flames, impossible to ignore.

And then, when we graduate, leaving far behind

Those childish fancies that we couldn’t get enough,

They faded with the blackboard dust, existence wiped

Like a meteor that flattened worlds

Occupied by little boys and girls.

This is a bit of a continuation of yesterday’s writing in that I want to talk about our childhood fancies. I mentioned that I’m a little bit fascinated by space, even though I’ve never studied it outside of primary school.

I think that most people had one of those things that they loved learning about when they were ten, but now they feel a bit nerdy knowing that they still have an interest in it. Other subjects I can think of are the dinosaurs, the Romans, the Egyptians; the list could go on and on.

My sadness comes from the fact that we almost have to cover up our love for these things unless we have a job in the field. Why can’t we just have a fun love for something and enjoy the childish passion for something, just for the sake of it?

I want to meet people who are proper grown ups and still have dinosaur posters on the wall. I want to meet someone who holds their head high and revels in their childhood passions. That kind of confidence is something we need more of in this world where we all need to pretend to be cool.

Much Love

Rachel xx