I must've said those words, When I grow up, a thousand times. Hell, I still say them, even at 29 (multiple times over). My question is, just when will I grow up? I don't feel grown up. I feel like a kid in a old chicks body complete with failing body parts. What the hell?
Anyway my point is, what did I want to be when I grew up? A writer? Hell no. I spent most of my childhood unable to read due to a bad case of dyslexia. To this day, I have a terrible time with spelling or picking a small letter b from a d.
How the hell did I become a writer? What kind of idiot chooses this career? Doctors don't hear, "As much as we loved YOU KIDNEY, we just didn't fall in love with it. Remember, medicine is a subjective business..." Nope. People listen to their doctor, at least for a day or two. Doctors don't feel rejection on a weekly bases. And bonus, they get paid, actual money. Weird, right?
What was it you wanted to do/be when you grew up?