It’s always a shock to people when they hear that I was born and raised in Florida. Yes, I am a Floridian. And I grew up about 1.5 hours away from where I live today. (While I could never call Ocala home again, I’m glad Julie has liked it since she and her husband relocated there.)
I am an only child.
Obviously this picture isn’t from my childhood, but here’s my family
When I was growing up, I always wanted to be a singer (country!), however I can not sing. At all. I was quite obsessed with Reba McEntire! She was probably the first of my many music obsessions and I always wanted to be able to sing like her. My cousins and I would put on “concerts” for my family and I, obviously, was the lead singer. I should probably write apology notes to each of my family members
I’m not sure when I made the switch in what I wanted to do for a living, but if I remember correctly, I pretty much knew that I was going to be a teacher. It was a definite in my life. Some KNOW they want to be a police officer, artist, etc, well I KNEW I wanted to be a teacher. During elementary school I would go to a couple of the handicap teacher’s rooms and help out with any of the activities going on. I loved it so, so, so much. Spoiler alert: I didn’t become a teacher. In high school I decided that I loved music and that I wanted to go to school for recording arts.
While I’m thankful I did that because I’ve gotten to work on a crap ton of projects and that lead me to doing what I love to do, production coordination, I always have it in the back of head that I still want to teach. And then I automatically think, am I crazy? Would I have the patience for that?
Since we’re talking about school, I should mention that I was brought in to be tested for “gifted” classes in kindergarden or first grade. All I remember from that initial test was they cut an apple in half and asked me how many pieces and then cut it in half again and asked the same question. From that point, I remember crying. No idea why I remember that. But it was either second of third grade that my teacher wanted me tested again and from that point on I was in “gifted” glasses throughout school.
In eighth grade, I applied to the IB program (International Baccalaureate) and got in. I remember being slightly terrified to start this and take all these college level courses in high school. Was I smart enough? Did I have it in me? Well, I apparently didn’t because after my freshman year I got out of IB because of my grades and to this day I still have a strong dislike for my history teacher. Side note: even though he graduated before me, I went to the same school was Daunte Culpepper and also Dustin Moskovitz, one of the guys that co-created Facebook, graduated the year before me. Crazy huh?
All throughout my childhood it seemed like we were always in Orlando. It started when I was little because we always had passes for Disney World. I’m pretty sure we would make trips over monthly and we would open AND close the park.
As I got older and got more and more into music, we were always coming to Orlando for concerts. Lots and LOTS of concerts. Quite a few big concerts, but SO many more smaller, obscure concerts.
One example of a random concert: Wild Orchid. That is Fergie (Black Eyed Peas) on my right.
What did you want to be when you were younger? Did you stick with it?