When I was in kindergarten, our school decided to host a contest. We had to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. The winner got to be principal for the day and would ride on the school's float in the Chinaberry Festival Parade.
Now I don't know if you know this, but the Chinaberry Festival was the biggest deal ever. At the time, even I didn't quite know how important it was (to the city of China, Texas, population 1,120). When I was older and wiser (read: in third grade), I would come to associate the festival with kittens, girl scouts, and lots of candy. But as a wee kindergartener, I could only imagine what the festival would hold.
I had to win that contest.
I agonized over what to draw. I racked my brain for ideas. I asked myself what I was the best at drawing, and then it hit me. Bunnies. I was the best at drawing bunnies. Next, I had to figure out what job would allow me to work with bunnies. A zookeeper! Voilà!
I ended up winning first place in the contest, and to this day my mom has my drawing framed in her kitchen. Little did I know that I would actually be a zookeeper one day. Not at an actual zoo, but at my own house. Have I mentioned that I have two cats (one who likes to make herself sick by eating her food like there's no tomorrow and one that gets into everything) and a 9 month old, 77 pound kuvasz puppy (who likes to chew on rugs)?
Happy Monday from the Simpson Zoo!
