when I grow up I want to be...

BlunderWoman

BlunderWoman

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When I was a kid in 3rd grade our teacher asked us to write a paper telling everyone what we wanted to be when we grew up. The title of my paper said

When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Hermit

I was dead serious about that. I thought being a hermit would be a cool life. When our papers were sent home my step mother said " Oh my God! Don't ever say that to anyone again! People will think you're a weirdo!" Perhaps that train has already left the station :D Anyway, what did you want to be as a child?
 

As a pre teen I wanted to be a cop......changed my mind in my teens, probably had something to do with having to ride in the backseat of squad cars a lot. :)
 
A hermit? Kinda like I thought a nun might be cool. Then again I loved rock n' roll and wasn't the least bit Catholic. But seriously, a veterinarian, but so very much math and science...Then an RN but the same problem. If I had it to do over I would have applied for the police academy at 25.
 

As a young kid I wanted to be an astronomer. I was fascinated by the universe after a visit to the Hayden Planetarium as a child. In high school I thought about journalism, but never pursued it. End up in law firm management for a career.
 
Don't laugh but when I was a kid I wanted to be that person who brought in the lanes on the runway holding those lights and guiding the plane,lmao
 
I wanted to be a career diplomat like my dad, and travel the world and live in foreign countries. I took 3 years of Spanish in high school, but then skipped my senior year and went into the Army.

I did get to live in a foreign country, but really didn't use much Spanish in Vietnam.


...after my third divorce I did become a hermit for seven years, helped me enjoy my own company, and not "need" a codependent to enjoy living.
 
I went on my first plane trip when I was 18 back in 19 something. I was excited and nervous at the same time. When I was in Vietnam and saw what the helicopter pilots did, that's when I started to realize that maybe I should be a pilot. After the Marines, I did four years in college with a double major in design engineering and aviation. My first job out of college was an engineer for DuPont, which was good, but after a few years, it was just not satisfying enough. So, I decided to go to flight school. I did very well and when I graduated, I was recruited by Air Wisconsin. And that started what became my life's career.
 
A fighter pilot flying a Spitfire like in the Battle of Britain or the next Ted Williams...
 
when I was younger I wanted to be a lot of things, in the army, the man fro UNCLE, a rock guitar player, now that I am semi retired, all I have is a long list of things I don't want to be, I guess I will just not grow up....
 
I wanted to be a teacher, and in my early years of high school, I decided I wanted to teach either science or English. But I was doing a lot of artwork for the school; posters, painting the sets for the drama club, illustrating course orientation brochures; and also was on the school newspaper staff; had my own column and did the editorial cartoons. These projects inspired me to consider becoming an author and illustrator, or perhaps a journalist. I did work for a small newspaper for about a year and a half after graduation. Then I drove a local transit bus, taking adults with developmental disorders to their day-programs and sheltered workshops, and got interested in the psychiatric field; behavioral psychology, specifically. I studied and became a licensed DD psych tech in behavioral modification. A very interesting career, but 10 years later I made a career change, followed by two more very different careers, and in the last several years, "just jobs".

Still haven't made up my mind what I want to be when I grow up.
 
Pappy said:
I wanted to be a state trooper, but I couldn't meet their requirements. :cool:
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I passed the entry exams to the Arizona Police Academy, but my husband failed...so he moved us to Colorado. There, I became a psychiatric nurse, and a year later, so did he.
 
I passed the test to be a CO, but I didn't want to make long commute every day. I remember the physical was grueling though. The hardest part was scaling the wall. I remember some people just pitched themselves over, I'm 5'4 so it took some doin';)
 
I didn't decide until I was 13 and then decided that I wanted to be a Embalmer & Funeral Director and then did just that for over 1,000 funerals.
 
I wanted to be a military chaplain. Went to two years of divinity school. Fell in love with the lady who has put up with me for 50 years. Dropped out of college and enlisted. Couldn't pass the physical. Really bad eyes. That was a long time before Lasik, etc. Had to provide for the new wife and went to work in construction. 50 years later, still in the construction/engineering industry.
 

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