My career aspriations changed a lot as a child, but the "when I grow up" fantasy from when I was 8 is my favorite by far. I wanted to be a writer, live in Manhattan, and drive a baby blue Ford Pinto with a CB radio.
I'm actually kind of sorry that one didn't work out.
How about you?
Kindergarten teacher. I loved working with young kids, and still do. Sci-fi writer, archeologist, astronaut and/or Mars terraforming project scientist, nuclear reactor tech for the Navy, and biologist were all on the list, as well. I got pretty close to some, but never made it due to other parts of life getting in the way.
There are tons of fossils around here, and I hunted them and collected some pretty nice ones growing up. I also had a lovely rock collection. (What can I say? I like shiny things.) My dad told me I'd fail miserably if I tried to be a geologist or archeologist when I grew up, so I eventually stopped mentioning it and moved on. Now my best friend from way back when is one instead. I still get kind of ticked off when I think about it.
call it the h-bar.
I laughed at a volume inappropriate for work at this.
ks said:call it the h-bar.
One year at Thanksgiving dinner my grandfather asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told him I wanted to be Jesus. My mother still makes fun of me.