Julie
On Julie’s 10th birthday she cartwheeled in to the Kitchen.
“Careful,” said Mom. “Your birthday cake is rising in the oven.”
Julie cartwheeled, flipped and rolled where ever she went.
“She’s a natural,” everyone exclaimed.
“I guess Julie will be a gymnast when she grows up,” said Dad.
Or maybe a Cirque du Soleil performer, thought Mom.
On Julie’s 11th birthday she skipped down the stairs into the kitchen wearing headphones.
“Bonjour,” said Julie.
“What, no cartwheel?” said Mom.
“Not today,” said Julie. “I’m learning French now.”
“Weird,’ said Dad.
“Totally,” said Mom.
“I guess Julie will be a linguist when she grows up,” said Mom.
Or maybe run away to Paris, thought Dad.
She’s a natural,” her French teacher exclaimed.
Julie’s friends noticed the change too.
“Hey Julie, are you trying out for the gymnastics team,” asked Anna.
“Tryouts are after school,” said Sara.
“Not today, Au revoir,” said Julie.
“Weird,” said Anna.
“Totally,” said Sara.
On Julie’s 12th birthday she carried a large box and easel into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” said Julie.
“What, no French?” said Mom. She looked down at the Eiffel Tower she had decorated on Julie’s birthday cake.
“Not today,” said Julie. “I’ll be outside painting.”
“Totally weird,” said Dad.
Mom nodded.
I guess Julie will be an artist when she grows up, said Dad.
Or starving, thought Mom.
Julie painted large colorful canvases. Her favorite artist was Cezanne.
“She’s a natural,” exclaimed her art teacher.
On Julie’s 13th birthday she played Happy Birthday on the piano.
“What, no painting today?” said Dad.
“Not today,” said Julie. “I feel the beat.”
“Weird,” said Mom and Dad at the same time.
“I guess Julie will be a rock star when she grows up,” said Mom.
Over my dead body, thought Dad.
“She’s a natural,” her music teacher exclaimed.
Julie played lead guitar in a garage band. Their CD was due out in the spring.
On Julie’s 14th birthday she quietly walked in to the kitchen.
“Happy Birthday,” said Mom.
“What will you do this year?” said Dad.
“Yes, what will you do this year,” said Mom. “We are both eager to know.”
“I’ve been thinking,” said Julie. “Now that I’m 14 I’ve decided to follow my one true passion.”
Mom and Dad held their breath.
“Grand Prix Racing,” said Julie. She cartwheeled out of the kitchen.
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