To be someone

I went ice skating today, which reminded me how much, when I was a child, I wanted to be a figure skater...

... until, of course, I entered an ice rink. Nothing wasn't as easy as it seemed on the TV anymore. I couldn't make a single turn without falling down. (Painfully falling down.) Without my mother's hand that was supporting me all the time and that later had to be treated by a doctor (it was supporting me too devotedly, apparently), I wouldn't have learnt how to skate.

It's not that the difficulty of this sport discouraged me from training, I guess I simply, as every child, forgot about becoming a figure skater and continued to dream of being someone else. A princess (!?), a bellet dancer (quite normal for a girl), a tennis player (this I actually practised under the tutelage of a coach), a fashion designer (when I was 13, some magazine even published my designs). A figure skater was somewhere between a bellet dancer and a tennis player, I think.

Now I want to be a translator, a writer, a dancer, a traveller and a happy woman!