Childhood dream Vs Actual adult occupation

[delphica]

Childhood dreams: to be the person who made the dioramas for Natural History museums. You know, the ones with the teeny tiny Native American village, with the teeny tiny herd of buffalo in the background. At least growing up, all the ones I saw were made in the 1930s, and the inch of dust on top was part of the fascination.

Then I wanted to be a shepherd in Wales. I would learn to spin wool, make cheese, and have a sheep dog. I think this was the result of too many Susan Cooper books.

The Reality: College administrator. I would trade my job for either of the above.

[Medea_s_Child]

I wanted to be a sweet, stay at home, mom/housewife who “knew how to serve her man right”. I’m serious. One abusive relationship later and it switched to “screw you all, I’m going to be an engineer.” It stuck there. We’ll see what happens now.