I remember leaning on my windowsill when I was about 15, wondering if anything was ever going to happen to me. Lots of things have happened to me since then. I guess my experiences wouldn't count as adventures to everyone, but they have been adventures to me.
I wanted to travel, to see new places and do new things. I wasn't at all sure that would happen but I hoped for it.
I wanted romance. I wanted to find somebody to spend my life with. But I wasn't very confident that would happen either.
I'd wanted to be a teacher since the second grade. Someday I wanted to have my own children, but I wasn't in a hurry.
I went to college, did my student teaching in England, and taught elementary school in the US, moving first to the west and then to the south. I dated a guy for six years without ever being ready to get married to him. When I met my husband, we were engaged within six months and married within the year. We lived in the US, and now live in the UK.
We have two children. If I'd been unable to have children, after a lifetime of jobs and a career working with kids, it would have been a crushing disappointment for me. But I think I would have found a way to share my life with children anyway.