Thursday Being Me
Who are you?
Answer this question in one hundred words, no more, no less.
For the longest time, the answer to that question would have been, “William Van Dort’s son,” or “the cannery owner’s boy.” I was defined solely by who my parents were. Nobody ever seemed to consider the possibility I could be different from them. That I could have my own personality.
Here, though, I’m “that boy who loves Wonderland Park” or “the one who draws all those butterflies.” And yes, sometimes “Dr. Brown’s assistant,” but even that is more me than what I was called before. At least I chose my job. Here, I’m actually Victor, not just a Van Dort.
Answer this question in one hundred words, no more, no less.
For the longest time, the answer to that question would have been, “William Van Dort’s son,” or “the cannery owner’s boy.” I was defined solely by who my parents were. Nobody ever seemed to consider the possibility I could be different from them. That I could have my own personality.
Here, though, I’m “that boy who loves Wonderland Park” or “the one who draws all those butterflies.” And yes, sometimes “Dr. Brown’s assistant,” but even that is more me than what I was called before. At least I chose my job. Here, I’m actually Victor, not just a Van Dort.