Today as an adult of age 30 I would either be a Magician… or a butterfly.
I can still see the look on my fathers face… “Son, wouldn’t you rather be a LION!!!” 
Me? I’d be a teenager. I’m not anymore.
A sixth-grader!
An orphan
I know this sounds weird, but I wanted to be Pope. I liked his dresses and cool hats.
A waitress. My mom was a waitress back then at a fancy steak house and got to wear a cool uniform with a white apron. I thought it was soooo glamerous!
Either that or a high-schooler, because I adored my aunt and wanted to be just like her.
Evo
A member of the Thunderbirds/International Rescue Team.
That’s right, I wanted to be a puppet.
Either that, or Marine Boy.
the catcher for the boston red sox, who by the way, won the world series every year i played.
Aretha Franklin
I’d be a real boy!
A truck driver! I really loved trucks when I was a kid.
A close second was this vague dream I had about shouting at people over a global electronic network.
4 years old? I think that was the ice cream truck driver period…
I would be a ballerina. 
I suppose it’s best that things turned out differently; I don’t have the self discipline to practice as often as I’d need to.
An archeologist.
I was weird even then.
Mrs. Claus…
Ronald Reagan’s personal physician. Not great, but better than being a sheep farmer with seven children, which was my ambition a few years later.
Oh, a fireman, without a doubt. What’s cooler than riding around on that truck all day?
And yes, I watched a lot of Emergency and lived in LA. Why do you ask?
At four? Hmm. I’d just begun to talk. (or was that walk? can never remember what my mom tells me…) I think I’d be a teacher, today. That, or my definition of a “big kid”: say, someone in high school or something. Like all our family friends’ kids seemed to be at the time, at least to me.
F_X
Don’t know what I’d be, but I’d be driving a bulldozer every where I went.
My grandpa.
He was a broadcaster for a local TV station, and he was just SO COOL. I worshipped him until about 20 years ago, when I finally realized that he was human, just like the rest of us.
sigh
Now I’m 35, and I just want to be Indiana Jones.