Being raised a JW, you were supposed to DREAM of being a pioneer , if you were a girl. If you were a young boy, you at least got to dream of greener pastures... Bethel. In high school, I was taken under the wing of my art teacher, she thought I had talent, and even a flare for commercial art. She encourage me to reach out for this and she would help me to do so. I will never forget the well planned out speech I gave her on devoting my life in the field service, blah blah blah. All the while I was saying this I had to fight the lump in my throat and the pain in my heart. I was also involved in Journalism and took pictures for the school paper. I had to stop that because the football games which I was to cover, took place on meeting nights. Oh well, another dreams smashed. Later I got involved in a local horse back riding club. We did rodeos and I was a very good barrel racer.I started to win ribbons , jackpots and trophies. I was even the queen of the riding club for a little while... Yeah you guessed it ,, another dream smashed , crushed along with my heart and I just stopped trying after all of that. Thanks to the C.O. , that came around just to take the life out of us, he told my Dad that we could be using that time to futher our field ministry. I hated that idiot. Like I said , I gave up on trying to dream of being anything I wanted to be anymore. I just did what I was told, this continued for my husband and me for the last 17 years. If we dared to venture out to try something new , it was quickly extenquished, like a burning fire. BTW he wanted to be a fireman, and was at the top of the list to start training. But somehow he ended up pioneering. My heart breaks for him , for myself, for all those who had a dream and had it snatched away. How cruel. Now I am telling my kids they can be anything , ANYTHING , their hearts desire.