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?
He took me to the Natural History Museum at Cranbrook Academy in Bloomfield Hills, MI, where they had a large room full of mineral samples, including some that would fluoresce under black light.
Daddy Geek Boy said:When I was 4 or 5, I wanted to be a rock collector (not a geologist, a rock collector). I later learned that this was a competitive imaginary field and gave up my pursuit for something more substantial.
I wanted to do field research. Just nothing where I had to sit in an office. Sadly, my math skills never matched up to that ambition, and I ended up despising school so much I dropped out anyway. I'm still kinda disappointed in myself for not doing that. Maybe in my next life.
I wanted to be a ballerina, but my parents put me in boxing. For the record I'm now an accountant, but I still box
I wanted to be a midwife or someone who helps kids. I kind of ended up being close to those- I am a doula and a social worker. Yay for achieving childhood dreams!
you aren't done yet - there may be a Pinto in your future!
I wanted to be a ballerina, an artist and a writer (in that order). Right now, I do marketing for a not-for-profit so I am a writer of sorts. And you're never too old to churn out that first national bestseller fiction title, right?