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Lost In Ramble//Port Three

Friday, January 29, 2010
9:14 AM

This morning, I was speaking to my mother -given, I do dearly love her so, but sometimes she makes me wonder. I've always felt that there was something about my parents. And perhaps that's normal - every person grew up, and every person has a past. And perhaps my mother isn't quite ready to share that past - that beginning with me. So I'll wait, for the time being. Regardless, I had asked my mother over my god-awful bowl of cereal (it was stale and disgusting) what she was like when she was young. She only shrugged. "Just like any other girl, I guess. Go do your homework."

Perhaps you've realized from my past posts that I'm insufferably curious. About everything. So here I am, after successfully uncovering a slice of the mystery. Only one puzzle piece - and hopefully more to come.

When my mother was younger, she wanted to be a fashion designer.

After hearing this, I wonder. Just what had she given up? To grow up - to let off her dreams, to start a family and merely let that sparkling star dim?

My mother is a banker.
Not a fashion designer.
She studied at Simon Frasier.
Not a fashion school.

Amidst my awe at the sheer defeatist attitude that my mother was flaunting for me, I wonder.
Ten years from now - twenty, thirty, forty - will I still be holding onto that star?


Or will I have given it up - to study, to start a family, to forget everything that made my eyes shine decades ago?

Quite a question, I suppose.

--ThumperMiggles


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Welcome to LOST IN RAMBLE.
You've stumbled upon a strange corner of the internet - somewhere I've chosen to hide out for the time being. There's a bit of everything I've got to offer as of current - art, roleplay, writing, and an equivalent amount of honest-to-goodness teen angst rant. It's in your best interest to skip the last one though, however - it's quite possible you'll detain permanent health problems from reading such.

My name is THUMPER.
Or rather - that's what others have chosen to call me, although the identity of dearest Thumper truly belongs to my wonderful plot bunny, who has currently retired (damn him) to his ridiculously luxurious hutch-playpen. Though really - go ahead and call me Thumper. Everyone else does.

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