When I Grow Up

I remember when I was a little boy, watching and following my dad everywhere and wondering to myself what it would be like to be a “grown-up” and whether or not I would ever be as good as him. My father was a photographer who had his own little studio where he would take family portraits or pictures of people and their pets. He was also the photographer for a little town newspaper which had subscribers all along the New Jersey coast.

Wherever we went, everyone just seemed to know him, and they loved him. He always brought a smile, a laugh, and good cheer to others. I remember thinking how awesome that would be if someday, when I got older, when I became a “grown-up,” I could do the same and have people think the same way about me.

Hopefully…I have become a lot like my dad.

Of course…