I spent a lot of time as a child thinking about what I wanted to be when I got older. Some aspirations were attainable, and some were just way out there. Here are the ones I can remember through the years:
Architect–I spent HOURS designing my dream houses on the graph paper that I begged my parents to buy me in bulk.
Industrial Psychologist–until I realized how much grad school would cost and how far in debt I
was still am from four years of partying and carrying on in many unmentionable ways undergrad schooling.
Majorette–until I broke my nose when the baton landed on it. It still hasn’t been fixed. My nose, that is. The baton was not harmed at all.
OB/GYN–when my mother explained that the stork didn’t deliver babies, but that a doctor did, I wanted to be that doctor. I thought there was only one. I took everything literally.
Photographer–specifically a photographer that takes pictures that are made into puzzles.
Dancer, specifically a Fly Girl–the fact that I had two left feet, no rhythm, and that my mom wouldn’t waste money on dance classes did little to deter me for quite some time. Who knows, I could have been the next JLo . . . .
I don’t want to grow up–I’m a Toys ‘R’ Us kid. Actually, I was more of a KMart-toy-department-and-only-if-it’s-on-sale kid, but I always liked to sing that song. Get’s stuck in your head, doesn’t it?