Throughout my childhood various careers fancied my interests including but not limited to: astronaut, singer, writer, and a brain surgeon (sometimes simultaneously, sometimes not). As I grew up my dreams were crushed one by one.
To be an astronaut you have to have perfect vision. In fifth grade I found out I am as blind as a bat.
To be a singer.....well you have to be able to sing. I am not even gonna go there.......
Writer? The only modern writers I had ever heard of were the starving artist types.
Brain surgery requires a lot of school which means a lot of money. Beside who wants a klutz working on them?
What should I be when I grow up? Oh late night pondering. Isn't it weird how we never think this deep during the day?