If we were having coffee, I would tell you how I wanted to be a scientist since about the age of ten or eleven. Unlike most children who declare a vocation at such a young age, I never lost sight of the goal and did indeed become a scientist (now retired).
But the other day I was thinking about what it was that kept my dream alive from childhood to fruition as an adult. I mean how many young kids who say they want to be a fireman actually do it? What I realized was that I had an abiding wonder and fascination with all of the mysteries of nature. Science was a tool to reveal its secrets.
As a young boy, I wanted to explore many and varied aspects of the natural world and science. For a time I was an avid mineralogist. I made many expeditions into the creek bed behind the apartments where I lived. My holy grail was to find a geode; I never found one but found some petrified wood instead. I was disappointed at the time, but years later realized how cool and unusual that find was.
I had an inexpensive microscope and peered into the previously unseen details of all sorts of things from hair to bugs and leaves. When the Russians launched Sputnick in 1957, the first satellite, I became fascinated with rockets and space travel. Yes…of course, I fabricated my own rocket. It was a unique home design made from an aluminum pipe with balsa wood tail fins and a crude fuel made with chemicals in my chemistry set. Back then the sets included the components needed to make gun powder—oops.
I realized in retrospect that my design was badly flawed— more like a dangerous firework than a rocket— but it did manage a few flights of maybe 50 feet up before the aluminum could no longer withstand the blast. Thank God my brother and I had the good sense to run like hell when the fuse was lit!
As time went on, I began to develop a pantheistic view of the world. My vision moved beyond practical, objective aspects of my surroundings to a more aesthetic appreciation.
Into middle age, my relationship with science and nature became more inspirational and spiritual, and less investigative. Rather than study and analyze nature, I wanted to experience it. Rather than simply being a refuge from daily life, the natural world became a celebration of the diversity of life—something sacred to be revered, loved, and protected.
Thus, I have come full circle; once again I have that innocent sense of wonder and I am amazed and thrilled by the incredible beauty and complexity of the natural world around me, just as I was as a young boy growing up.
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You raised an interesting topic here about whether people do follow through on those childhood ambitions, modify them somehow or move onto something else? Moreover, what about the role parents play in molding, shaping, extending and trampling all over their kids’ ambitions? I am starting to feel the parents’ input plays quite an influential role.
I’d be interested to hear your thoughts on this and what other people think. I’m quite interested in this process.
Hi Rowena. From what I’ve seen, it looks like family dynamics differ widely concerning how and to what degree parents influence children’s dreams. I believe that a person is entitled to their dreams and should be allowed to pursue them. They will know in time whether they are realistic or not. If not, there are plenty more dreams to be had by all of us.
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I love what you say about there being plenty more dreams to be had by us all. That’s such an important thing to remember. Thinking back to the Olympics, I think that’s so important for people at the peak of any field to remember when they don’t win that gold medal, or when they need to step down and move forward.
Your passion for science rings out in this piece. So glad you were able to follow your dream.
Thanks Joanna. I appreciate your taking the time to comment.
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