If you told the kid in this photo he'd be a copywriter one day, the conversation would probably go something like this:

YOU:  
Hey! Kid in the Umbro hoodie and purple shorts! Come here!

ME:    
I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.

YOU:  
Whatever. Look, I’m just here to tell you that you’re gonna be a copywriter one day.

ME:    
Uhhh. What’s a copywriter?

YOU:  
Someone who thinks up ideas and writes things like commercials, billboards, print ads, and other digital stuff that hasn’t been invented yet.

ME:    
Oh, neat. But I was hoping I would just keep skateboarding.

YOU:  
You will. Far as I know, you haven’t stopped yet.

ME:    
Really?

YOU:  
Yea. You'll actually get into copywriting through skateboarding. In about 10 years, you'll go on some skate trips, and you’ll write a few articles about your travels for magazines like Thrasher.

ME:    
Whoa, Thrasher?!

YOU:  
Yep. And you’ll use those articles as your first writing samples to break into the ad biz.

ME:    
Holy fuck! That’s awesome!

YOU:  
Whoa whoa whoa. Who taught you to curse like that?

ME:    
Who taught you all this stuff about my future?

YOU:  
Touché.

Ok, I probably would have been too shy to drop the F-Bomb in front of you as an 8-year-old. But if you want to split hairs about how this conversation would have gone down, drop me a line here: McDonald.Jimmy5@Gmail.com