When I grow up I want to be a...............

apologies for my spelling errors above... too late now for me to edit it.. should have checked immediately after. Still got problems with my injured hand so it causes me to misstype... I should be more dilligent in checking before I press send..
 

hollydolly said:
I wanted to be a Journalist... I couldn't because my father forced me to leave school just after my 15th birthday so he could have a paycheck every week from me...
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My mom never knew my age. She was always off by a few years. But on my 16th birthday, she knew my age- old enough to get a part time job. By 3 Pm on my birthday, I had a part time job working in a store, and now I had to pay $10/week room and board. That was in 1962- $60-70, today.
 
Knight said:
No Clue.

Early years growing up no vision of what I might do as an adult.

In high school the new program that made it possible to attend school during the morning & work at learning a trade in the afternoon was great.

After training to be a retail butcher & offered a job at a Kroger store I did know I didn't want to be stuck doing the same thing day after day. The U S Navy gave me the opportunnity to learn multiple skills. Served my time & came out confident that no matter where we went or what job I got I would be successful doing.

Without the Navy security blanket of medical, dental & a wage civilian life was challenging. A variety of jobs that built a great resume finally paid off in a job that had variety daily. Then I had enough experience to bid a management job that had upward movement potential.

10 years in management with planning developed by my wife early retirement was possible.

30 years later retired with no debt & more income coming in than going out I can look back & be happy that no clue worked best.
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you never know will you will end up. You did good. Nice job!
 
IrishEyes said:
:ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: I wound up taking care of children, something I did not want to do after all mine began school. I wanted adult conversations finally.
It was my late husband who told me I should work with kids as I was quite suited to it. He was right, I loved it. I went to college and got my degree in Early Childhood Development & Education then did Early Childhood Licensed Childcare for 32 years.
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Good for you. How many did you help? you will never know.
 
Had no clue what I wanted to be. Wanted something but didn't know what or where life would lead me. Joined the air force and they offered me Air Traffic Control. Just high school so certainly not going to fly planes. But I would be around planes. Okay, lets go. Loved it. Loved the intricate needs. Even ended up saving a few from bad situations.
Couldn't get in the FAA after the service so I looked else where. Ended up in the phone company. Go figure. 54 years later I am still doing consulting work for the phone company. Live not far from Atlantic City Airport and watch the f-16's take off almost every day. Love it. Love the sound of the afterburners kicking in. God was good to me. Have no regrets. Love my family, love my grandchildren. Did I want more, early on......yes. But we, regardless of plans, don't determine where we end up. God does.
 
In high school the Kuder Preference Tests told me I should be a social worker. My teachers thought I should be a teacher.
I couldn't go to college right away so took night courses and became a weather analyst for 10 years. I always loved art and thought commercial art would make sense but never found my way there.
I finally got to art school in the 70s and began doing portraits and all sorts of things. Have freelanced art for many years. My biggest work was an 84' mural in CT.
 
We never ended up where we considered. Where we set our goals so to speak.
Not surprising. Most of us followed where life lead us and found the best opportunities available at the particular time. Maybe we knew what we wanted but, given other interest, finding a mate, trying to make money to live and maybe pay for the fancy car we bought. We made decisions which lead us to now. Nothing wrong in any of this. Just how life works. We were smart. No matter the journey, we applied ourselves, did a good job and advanced. Maybe it wasn't where you wanted to go but it was a good life with a lot of pluses. Just not what you expected. So many of us feel the same. Were you wronged, cheated, denied? No. YOU made decisions. You made choices. You, no one else.
Love my wife, love my children. Wanted something more yes, but would I trade what I have for what I wanted......................NO.
 
When I was a kid I wanted to be a starting guard for the Phoenix Suns. Later in grade school I realized that wasn't going to happen so I wanted to be a sportswriter for the local newspaper. Reality set in when I started college and majored in Business Stats.
 
hollydolly said:
I was a milk delivery girl from 12 to 14 ....start at 4am... all weathers.. incuding hard Scottish snows and ice.. deliver to 6 ...20 storey high rise blocks and 8 surriunding roads... back home for 7 am..just in time to get changed for school, and get a 1/2 a roll for breakfast... never got paid a oenny for it.. my father was the Milkman...
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Different lives but the same type of lives. Worked in a mail order house at 13 till 17. Filled orders, haul boxes. Still went to school but no time for anything else. Bought my own clothes because my parents couldn't afford. No problem, since I didn't like their choices anyhow.
Mom often reminded me that they supported me which became a rather contentious moment in time. I had a room and a bed. I didn't have a family so I pretty much went my own way. Went to school, worked and fortunately for me was pretty much adopted into my girlfriend's family. They were everything I wanted in terms of family.
I went to school, worked and spent most of my free time at their house. My girlfriend's Mom was my mom. She made sure I was fed even when she had someplace to go. She would put her pocketbook down and get me something to eat, even though she was late for where she was going. Her love and kindness are embedded in me. Things never worked out between me and my girlfriend but her family...............................were everything to me. I was blessed. God looked out for me then as he does now. If I doubt that than I doubt my past. enough! rambling
 
I wanted to be an Air Traffic controller. I wanted to do something important. Be important, not for the praise but just someone who did make a difference in your life.
Someone who you would remember, not by name, but by the fact that without their help, your life would be different. I suppose it all boils down to whether my life has a value. stupid rambling but too old to care.
 
rbtvgo said:
I wanted to be an Air Traffic controller. I wanted to do something important. Be important, not for the praise but just someone who did make a difference in your life.
Someone who you would remember, not by name, but by the fact that without their help, your life would be different. I suppose it all boils down to whether my life has a value. stupid rambling but too old to care.
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I was wondering how your faith has played into your choices? I became very involved in a church. I wanted to be the oldest person. For 20 years that's the way it's been. It is not at all what I thought it would be. :)
 
When I was younger, I wanted to be a back up singer. By the time I graduated high school, my ambitions listed in our yearbook were "Artist, musician, singer". Since I am a recording artist, I guess you could say I fulfilled the musician part, although I consider myself more of a composer, arranger, producer. I am an artist but only sold one of my charcoal drawings, because a co-worker asked to buy it. I never sought to sell any of the others.
 
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I wanted to be an interior decorator and then capitalizing on my high school typing class skills as an interim or avenue, I wanted to be a secretary. I was able to make a living in that area as a clerical worker behind a desk, on a typewriter and then computer, in several industries. While I never became an interior decorator, in my retired life I now enjoy creative skills far beyond that. I make various types of art and do crafting in my home studio and I design on my computer. Do I wish I could have made a living as an interior decorator? Yes, I do, just for old-times' sake. I did, however, enjoy using my typing skills.
 
I wanted to be a pilot, but life and obligations took precedence. I finally got my license at 34, and by the time I hung up my wings, I had flown for 50 years.
I have logged 1200 hours, including 110 missions for Angel Flight West, flying patients to and from their appointments.
To celebrate my 80th birthday, I piloted a P-51 WW2 fighter.
Life is good! :D
 
I wanted to be an industrial chemist. We had a fantastic chemistry teacher at school, but he suffered from ill health and retired early leaving us with a selection of temporary teachers. My interest switched to my second choice, electronics, and I studied electrical and electronic engineering at uni. To my dismay, this involved a vast amount of maths which I struggled with. It was many years later that I started to see a sort of 'beauty' in maths.

After a couple of years working in the atomic physics research department of the Uni, I got a job with IBM, initially as an engineer and later as a software developer.

Oh, sod all that - I really wanted to be rich, but I never made it past the 'comfortable' stage.
 
I was just playing around about the gangster thing. When I was a kid what I really wanted to be was a major leauge baseball player just like millions of other young boys who ended up not being good enough to make it.
 

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