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This month’s Museum of Me prompt (suggested by Carole) has us looking back at our 10-year-old selves . . . and wondering what they might think of the way we “turned out” as grown ups.
I was a 10-year-old in 1969. It was an exciting time, 1969; lots of things were happening. Nixon was sworn in as President. Apollo 11 landed on the moon. Woodstock! The pace of protests against the Vietnam War was picking up. Sesame Street debuted on public television. The Beatles recorded their last album together (Abbey Road). The NY Mets won the World Series. And the average cost of a gallon of gas? 35 cents!
So let’s start here . . .
What did “the future” look like to me-at-10?
Well, I was very much a Child of the Space Age! I grew up watching the “real” astronauts and space missions on television, alongside the “make believe” space adventures of The Jetsons, the Robinson family of Lost in Space, and the original Star Trek crew. At 10, I imagined a future . . . in space! Maybe even on another planet! I just knew, at the very least, I’d live in a world with flying cars, cloud-houses, and robots to do all my household chores! I also thought about becoming the First Girl Astronaut (which, at the time, was quite a stretch of the imagination.)
What did I like to do?
At 10, I was a child of many interests. I loved playing outside with my friends. I liked hopscotch and jump rope and jacks and tag and 4-square. I rode my bike all the time, and I liked roller skating, too. We had a little pool in the backyard, and I swam every day all summer long. I loved the summer parks-and-rec program where we played games and did crafts. I went to camp. Swam on the swim team. Did ballet.
At the same time, I also loved my quiet pursuits. Reading. Making stuff. Drawing and coloring. I kept a diary, and hid it in the dark recesses of my toy box. I had learned to knit by this time – although I found it very tedious and slow – but I loved to embroider and do hand-stitching. I had a keen interest in learning to sew on an actual sewing machine, but hadn’t tried it yet.
I didn’t play with toys much anymore, although I did keep my Barbies and my collection of Liddle Kiddles around. I liked to play board games, but only if I won. Thanks to my babysitter and a couple of older friends, I had recently started listening to music on the radio, and had a little transistor of my own (which I thought was the epitome of “neat” – my adjective of choice at age 10). I also had a portable record player, and I’d started amassing my collection of 45s.
What were my biggest fears at 10?
I was not a terribly worried or anxious child, but I did have a few things that really bothered me: tornadoes (I lived in Northern Illinois; we had lots of tornadoes), something happening to my mom (who I loved dearly), and radiation poisoning (because I was also a child of the Cold War). I was also somewhat concerned about quicksand and lockjaw . . . but for the most part, at 10 I was pretty carefree.
What did I want to be doing “when I grew up?”
At 10, I couldn’t really imagine “growing up” in a sense of having . . . plans. At 10, I really couldn’t imagine a future where I would be a teenager or (gasp!) an . . . adult. When pressed about “what I wanted to be when I grew up” I usually gave the following answers: an astronaut, a ballerina, a teacher, or a mom. (I was always encouraged about the “teacher” or “mom” answers. Not so much on the astronaut or the ballerina responses.)
I could hardly imagine, at 10, having a boyfriend (ewwww! boys!), let alone a husband or children! I did, though, think maybe I would grow up to marry . . . Donny Osmond, if anyone. Or maybe Bobby Sherman or David Cassidy.
What was my personality like?
Oh, I was a bossy little thing at 10! Full of good ideas and a lot of energy, I had a big imagination, and an optimism that anything could happen. I was coordinated and competitive, and not very “girlie” in my style or attitude. That said, I was always on my best behavior at school and I never got in trouble (meaning . . . I didn’t get caught). I hated to wear shoes and socks. I picked at my nails a lot. I liked my hair out of my face. At 10, I was at the cusp of . . . finding out that some of those traits weren’t “becoming of girls” and that did cause me some consternation as I got a little older and headed into the teen years. Eventually I figured out, as most of us do, when I needed to be quiet and when I could be loud. At 10, though? I was still pretty loud.
So.
What would 10-year-old me think of 64-year-old me?
Well. I think she’d be happy to hear that many of the things she held dear at 10 . . . stuck. The reading, the sewing, the drawing. She’d be surprised that I kept up with the knitting (mostly, I think she’d be surprised that I sat still long enough to actually finish something), and thrilled to see some of the things “we” turned out on the sewing machine. I think she’d be impressed that I’d kept up with keeping “diaries” – but mad that I’d not saved those diaries from my childhood. (She’d also be sad that I got rid of the Barbie stuff. . . ) She’d be happy about the music, for sure. And happy to know I still like to “play” and stay active outside.
I know she’d be devastated to learn that our mom had died, although she’d be happy and relieved to learn we had 57 good years with her before that happened. I think her eyes would pop out of her head when she heard “we” would go through a tornado – and survive – 10 years later, in 1979.
While disappointed in a few things (the flying cars, for sure . . . and never meeting Donny Osmond, of course), I think my 10-year-old self would be very happy to see how things turned out for “us” . . . and how so many things she’d been/loved at 10 remained deeply embedded in “our” heart and soul at 64!
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How about you? What do you think your 10-year-old self would think about the you of today?
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Thanks for visiting the Museum of Me. Watch for new exhibits . . . on the 2nd Friday of each month. If you’re a blogger and you’d like to create a Museum of Me along with me on your own blog, let me know. I’ll send you our “exhibit schedule” (a list of monthly prompts) and we can tell our stories together.
Quicksand and Davy Jones…yes! And I’d say what a joy to still enjoy so many fun things from your youth. And aside from not marrying Davy – I think 10 year old me would say I did okay! Music, reading, dogs, friends…life turned out okay! (And Doug is wayyyyy cuter than Davy!)
What is better than a super loud 10 year old? My gosh… I love that… the total lack of self-consciousness and the ability to just be… loud! (I, too, had that loud thing going on! I sometimes hear one of the neighboring boys singing loudly and I laugh to myself and cheer him on in my heart!
Thank you so much for sharing this delightful glimpse into 10 year old Kym! XO
If only there was a way we could actually go back to being 10 again for a day and see if it’s as much fun as it sounds! Although it does sound like you’ve successfully toned down some of the loudness when necessary and kept the reading, sewing knitting, and activity aspects of being 10. (I just need to integrate my selves a bit better!) It was part of the times, but it’s also appalling that the “appropriate” answers were teacher, nurse, and mother. I am sorry that the First Girl Astronaut thing didn’t work out!
What a fun look back at 10 year old Kym. I think we were similar in so many ways (though I wasn’t all that loud…I was pretty introverted and had 2 older brothers who “kept me in line” – LOL). It’s interesting to me how many of the things we enjoyed back then (reading, sewing, stitching, hiking, etc.) have stuck with us all these years!
Sounds like a pretty NEAT childhood.
Quicksand! I worried about that, too. I think because of Gilligan’s Island. I love this look back at 10 year old you and I’m happy to see that you’ve stayed so true to all the things that made you who you are. And, for the record, I think you would have made a fabulous astronaut!
I think a fear of tornadoes is pretty understandable (I was maybe a little younger than 10 when I had a terrible fear of thunderstorms, specifically getting caught outside in one of them).
I think 10-year-old me would be happy to see that I’ve gotten over some of my crippling shyness, that I still love to read, and that I still find ways to be creative and artistic even if I didn’t grow up to be a professional artist.
Donny Osmond isn’t dead… there’s still time!! haha. xo
I turned 10 in 1964 and was worried about the Soviet Union dropping an atom bomb on us and about another presidential assassination. My dear father would listen to my fears and try to reassure me by reminding me of all the good things in my life…he was my rock! My 10 year old self would be glad that I still enjoy a good book, nature, dogs, knitting, sewing, making things, playing the piano, and singing.
What an interesting exhibit! and I love the compare/contrast and of course all the photos. 10 year old me had moved the year before from Houston to Wyoming, and was still finding her way. She had a couple of good friends and loved to read. She has a lot in common with me!
I love all the photos. What a trip down memory lane for the exhibitors in this museum. The curators certainly are creative. I love the idea of a ten year old with confidence to speak her mind. I’d really have to think hard about what life was like when I was ten years old in 1961. I do think I have much in common with that 10 year old – a quiet introverted nature, a few good friends, handwork, and a bond with my parents, siblings, and grandparents.
I was 10 in the mid-1950’s and it is interesting to me how similar our lives still were in those 14 years’ difference compared to today’s iconoclastic Internet existence. Elvis and Casey Kasem’s Top 40 were still a year away but Rock ‘n Roll became such a huge presence a mere year later that I feel like it had always been there. I was a big bicycle rider, loved jacks (they still make ‘em!), Camp (where we made lanyards) and was also a little concerned about quicksand. I miss the innocence of those times.
Not Casey Kasem. It was American Bandstand. They mesh in my memory.
What a beautiful tribute to your becoming.