"When I grow up, I'm going to be..."

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As children, we all dream of what we want to be when we grow up. Often, many young children will say that they want to be actors or singers, pop stars or models. Some will say that they want to become teachers, firefighters, police officers.

What did you want to be and did it happen?
 

I always thought I'd be a cartoonist or a writer.
Cowboy was another option.
Cartooning fell by the side of the road of life, writing kind of did the same but I had a few things, poems mostly published.
A younger version of me worked as a cowboy, but I got dragged to town and a factory job by my (ex) wife.
The last 25 years I've been the IT manager for a manufacturing company. Not exactly my dream job, but paid the bills.
 
I always thought I'd be a cartoonist or a writer.
Cowboy was another option.
Cartooning fell by the side of the road of life, writing kind of did the same but I had a few things, poems mostly published.
A younger version of me worked as a cowboy, but I got dragged to town and a factory job by my (ex) wife.
The last 25 years I've been the IT manager for a manufacturing company. Not exactly my dream job, but paid the bills.
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I wanted to be a super-duper housewife like June Cleaver, doing the shopping, keeping the house spotless, cooking nutritious meals, running the PTA , all while looking like a model and raising two nice kids.

Obviously this was just before homemaking became a shameful occupation, first because there was no money in it, and second because it was traditionally considered "women's work." Women's work being of no value according to...er... women.:confused:
 
I wanted to be a high school history teacher. I even started working for my history major in college. At that time in the early 70's there seemed to be a more teachers than there were positions in location. I decided to change to a business major.

That worked out well for me but having summers off as a teacher would have been nice.
 
I wanted to be a garbage man. Specifically, a black garbage man. (There were no white garbage men in our neighborhood, therefore, I believed you had to be black to be a garbage man.)

I mean, c'mon! You got to ride on the back of a big truck, wearing cool gloves, have a cigar hanging out of your mouth, and use that big smasher thing that crushed the garbage. What kid wouldn't want to do that?
 

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