20 Years

It was 20 years ago on Saturday when my dream of being a journalist was born.

I was in kindergarten 20 years ago about ready to head home for the day. I remember grabbing stuff off my desk and then heading for the door. I noticed my teacher staring up at the TV with her hand over her mouth. I looked up at the TV and my 5 year old mind processed what it could. Then another teacher came in, looked at me watching and said, "Isn't it sad?" I remember nodding and then walking out the door.

After I got home that day I sat in front of the TV watching news coverage of the Challenger explosion. I couldn't stop. The image of the shuttle exploding fascinated me. The reporters on the scene fascinated me. The anchors in the studio fascinated me. (I suppose I should admit this was the moment my childhood crush on Michelle King began as well). As I watched all of these people on television, I thought to myself, "I want to do that."

Twenty years later, hear I am. Who knows where the future will take me? For right now, I'm just happy my childhood dream's been realized.

Linco