I am happy to submit my first entry for the Season 3 of the Engagement Challenge. On this occasion, I will tell you about my dreams in childhood, which the contest proposed by #SteemKidss. You can learn more HERE.

Dreaming must be the special ability of every child who is happy. I was lucky enough to dream a lot. Oh, so many things I wanted to do when I grew up....

Some books I still keep next to my heart from my childhood

Sure, a Fairy!

Oh, how I loved fairy tales and their fantasies. I was an early reader; so by the time I was four, I was able to read stories by myself. It meant I read a lot in my spare time. As the youngest of six children, I had inherited lots of fairy tales, handed down by my sisters. Of course, I also had my own ones. The, guess what! I wanted to be a fairy. Not a princess, but a fairy. I am afraid this dream may never come true—although I keep my heart open, and an eye, just in case.

A Schoolteacher and a Seamstress

My mother was a schoolteacher, and I totally identified with her. Despite the fact that she had already retired by the time I can tell what I remember, she was my personal teacher and got me interested in reading and writing since I was three. When I saw everybody we came across in the street treated her with so much respect, I thought, Wow! My mom is some woman; I want to be like her when I grow up.

I was so excited because my first day at school was just the begining of the path to become a teacher

After she retired, she started sewing for a living. My mother was hardworking, and well, we were six kids to feed. She was really skilled, and I learned a lot just from watching her. I was able to use the sewing machine at the tender age of six, and so I thought, I will become the best seamstress in the world and will travel to places to show my beautiful designs!

An Astronomer

As I have told you, I read a lot and had plenty of leisure time to read. The first book I read was titled, The Secret of the Cosmos, It was part of a collection you would find in many houses when I was little: Salvat Library Collection. There I learned the sun would explode someday and everything I know would be over by the time may grand, grand, grand, …, grand…, grandchildren lived. Then I thought I should become an astronomer so I can learn more about this huge problem and perhaps I can help solve it. I was seven.

My mother and grandmother always encouraged me to become whatever I wanted to become

My sisters played the most important role in my life. As I grew up, I saw them always studying, always doing interesting things. And no, I never wanted to be a singer, actresss, model, princess, or superheroine although we fantasized a lot. But I did want to become a doctor--first.

A Doctor

When I was seven, my sister moved to another state to study medicine. She’d become a doctor. My eldest sister was my roommate, and the one I respected the most. You know, she was the biggest one. Besides, she was beautiful—she still is--, and did amazing things in her gymnastics class at school. I admired her so much that I soon felt I’d follow in her footsteps to become a doctor as well.

But this didn’t last much, as I grew up a little and discover my true vocation. I would definitely become a writer.

My grandfather on my mother's side

It happens that when we are children we see and listen, and understand more than adults are willing to realize. I learned from my grandfather on my mother’s side that I just loved how people could speak and write beautifully.

And let me tell you, I did not become any of the abovementioned. I became a teacher; I am a writing a literature teacher in the autonomous University of my country (Universidad de Oriente). While I was studying, I worked as a seamstress, I learned about the sky and stars, I became a fairy through the writings of famous authors whose work I teach now. And when the situation got difficult for us teachers in Venezuela, I studied a new career to become a technician next to my sister who is the chief doctor in my second job.

Life is so, so round, that we’d able to see our own backs of fifty years later if we sharpened our sight when we are five. Nothing has gone wrong. Circles are just perfect!