When Do Dreams Start?
Can you trace back to when your dreams started? There is usually some kind of initial spark that starts inside your mind, right? But when exactly was the seed planted and why? Was it a book you read, a movie you watched, a parent’s words of advice or was it something else entirely? I always wonder about how other people discover their passions and ambitions. You could call it an odd habit of mine, or say that I am just curious about how people stumble upon the thoughts and hobbies that inspire them. Or maybe it is just the writer in me looking for undiscovered stories to share.
One of my dreams started when I was little girl. For me, it began one weekend when we had some house guests. I suppose you don’t realize when you meet someone how much it could affect your life. I mean, it alters the direction of your life’s path; or it even starts you on a route that you never thought you would take. This moment in time set me on a course to a place where I found happiness. And it was across the pond - a land far, far away from my hometown. It’s England.
[media-credit name="Age 10 - Katy Kern" align="alignright" width="225"][/media-credit]When I was around 10 years-old I met a British family as they stayed at our house for a soccer (football) tournament. We were one of the host families. This was the exact moment in time, a weekend, that had a profound impact on my life. Honestly, it began simply.
First, I was amazed at their accents. Growing up in Cincinnati, Ohio there really isn’t anything distinguishable about the accent there. In fact, they are pretty boring and plain – maybe a little nasally but nothing to say, “Hey, you must be from Cincinnati!” So when I heard the families’ accents for the first time I giggled with glee. It was like my ears were being tickled with delight. Hey, I was only 10! To this day, though, whenever I hear someone speak with any type of British accent my ears strain a little harder to pay closer attention; and I immediately smile, broadly. It’s like music to my ears.
Second, Jim, the husband and father, taught me how to play Gin Rummy. And it is the ONLY game that I still play today. Usually I prefer games or time-passers like solitaire or jigsaw puzzles because there is no competitive energy required. A trait I do not possess anyway. However, with Gin, I can play it online for hours. And, in college, I used to play against a dear friend of mine. Many hours spent laughing and enjoying time with friends. Thank you, Jim.
[media-credit name="My childhood home. Katy Kern" align="alignleft" width="300"][/media-credit]Lastly, after talking and learning more about the UK from Jim and Pam (his wife) that weekend, I thought it sounded like the most magical place in the world. Like driving on the other side of the road or what they called soft-boiled eggs and strips of toast — dippy eggs and soldiers. I was not a big fan of eggs when I was that age but totally dug in with the soldiers dipping them in the yoke that weekend. And I ate the whole meal. Come to think of it, my go-to breakfast now is usually eggs and toast…huh.
I just loved learning everything about them, especially all the words they had for things (boot/trunk, telly/ TV, petrol/gasoline, etc….and the use of ‘bloody’ and ‘brilliant’ cracked me up back then). I would patiently sit and listen to them speak for hours (usually while playing Gin). I was really content. But when they told me my house reminded them of the houses in the Cotswolds region of England, I realized right then and there that I would have go to England someday. It’s like it was destiny.
I know some of these details may seem less than inspirational to others, but it’s what sparked a dream for me to visit Great Britain. Something just clicked that weekend and it soon became the main goal of mine. And it only took me eleven years to make come true.
To be continued…
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