Why you might want to consider being a ditch digger …

ImageDon’t laugh. Really. I beg of you … though you probably will … and that’s OK. At least I know I will have made someone else smile today …

When I was growing up I, unlike most of the other middle-class girls in my neighborhood, did not want to be a princess. Nope. Not me. I never wanted to be a police officer, a fire fighter or a football player either — of course those were the common aspirations of most of the boys I knew, not the girls. I suppose I flirted with the idea of being a model … but that was when I was a  teenager and figured since I had had a few token runs at walking the short — the very short — catwalk for local retailers and charities alike, that I would also make it big in Milan. Alas, the Ford agency never called.

Did I want to be a teacher? Nah. Even at a young age I knew I didn’t have the patience for that. A doctor or a nurse? Nope. Neither. An Olympic athlete? … well, I was a fan of Nadia Comaneci and sported the Dorothy Hamill hairdo like every other third-grade girl at the time, but nah. That wasn’t my plan. Not when I was very young at least.

I know the suspense is killing you — well, maybe not, but here’s the part where you might want to laugh a bit … and that’s OK, like I said. Me … I wanted to be ditch digger imagine how proud my mother must have been when I told her. See I have a very vivid memory of watching Grover (yes, from Sesame Street) digging a ditch (“D” must have been the letter of the day) and at the bottom of the ditch, way, way, way underground, you know what he found … a hidden treasure. A big ol’ box of pirate’s booty. So yup, I decided I was going to be a ditch digger — but I became a writer. Maybe I should write a book about a little girl who wanted to be a ditch digger? Maybe it would be a hit with today’s young girls.

Oddly enough I hate doing yard work. The thought of dirt — like actual dirt — under my fingernails makes me cringe. But I guess that’s what the gloves are for. Oh, and for the record, while I have yet to dig a ditch anywhere I have found the only treasure I could ever ask for, my family — they mean the world to me. And I would dig a ditch any ol’ day for them … that is so long as I could wear gloves.

Today’s post brought to you by the letter “D” … well, not really …The Daily Prompt: Underground. And yes, this is a repost from 18 months ago or so, but hey, it fit the bill … or the prompt, so to say ;)

8 Comments Add yours

  1. diwade7 says:

    I love this for so many reasons and not just because I too sported the Dorothy Hamill haircut and was in love with Nadia and all things Olympics! A young female ditch digging protagonist sounds like the kind of girl who would go on amazing adventures! My girls would love to read it!

  2. lifelessons says:

    You were thinking metaphorically, even as a child. A lot of digging goes into writing! :o)http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/09/foreign-tongues/

  3. Nowelle says:

    cute story… I was told in high school that I could do brick laying because I didn’t want to attend college…. I think that might be one of the most dull jobs I could ever think to do.

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