Yours truly. Ocean City, MD, 1994.

Yours truly. Ocean City, MD, 1994.

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 with your sponsors. Then you'll write 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