Go to Space Camp. And go to Space.
Visit Asia and remote islands in the Pacific.
Go to Alaska.
Own a yacht.
On the down side, I was kind of hoping that being a grown-up would involve a lot more crawling through secret tunnels and ventilation shafts than it actually does. However, on the plus side, if I really want to buy something that costs A THOUSAND DOLLARS, I can.
But since I’ve already successfully conducted sexual relations with a human female, I don’t know what exactly I should spend that money on. When I think how much disposable income I have available, I should really be thinking about building a 5-star treehouse.
Another safari guy. I always wanted to visit Africa–see the Pyramids, hike in deep tropical jungles and ride across the savanna in an open jeep.
Get really buff. I’m working on it slowly but surely 
Also, learn how to use the Kamehameha Wave. I haven’t lost hope yet!
Take a spontaneous road trip.
Become a cop.
Go to college…
Become skinny or fit.
Go to New Zealand. I fell in love with New Zealand as a kid after seeing a documentary. I’ll never get there, but I can always watch Lord of the Rings and sigh.
Be an actress. I wanted to be an actress more than anything in the universe, because I loved movies so much. Being a Kansas farm kid meant that that dream was as realistic as dancing on the moon. When I was in my early 20s, and moved to a bigger city that had an actual acting school, I tried to sign up. I was told, by the owner of the school, no less, that I weighed too much (only by about 20-30 pounds) and that I would never, ever ever be hired for anything so there was no point in trying. The blow to my already shaky self-esteem was painful and I slumped out, the acting dream forever dashed. If my head had been screwed on right, I shoulda just said “fuck you” to the guy and signed up anyway, just to find out if there was any talent there, and deal with the weight later. I saved myself some money though, by not giving to the dick who was so rude to me. Unlike still wanting to go to New Zealand, I now have no desire to be an actress. I’d rather watch the end product than be involved with the boring and tedious process of actually making a film.
Learn to play the piano.
Learn sign language.
Have sex.
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You’re not serious are you? Lions are heading towards being an endangered species.
Purchase a birthday cake when it is not my birthday. And then eat it all up. Just once, because making it a regular thing would make me both fat and very sick. But just once, to eat a birthday cake on a non-birthday occasion. Seemed so taboo as a kid!
Turns out, I haven’t even had a birthday cake on my actual birthday for a few years. And I had to call my mother a few minutes ago, because I couldn’t remember what I did for my birthday this year. :eek:
I also had dreams of attending University of Michigan when I was 13, but when the time came, I couldn’t afford it. I also swore I would own every Game Boy in every color—still working on that.
Draw and write comic books.
Go to England and visit the birthplace of my surname. I will do this someday.
Go to college and live in a dorm and party everynight. I will never do this now and I did live in a house with four other guys for a year so it was kind of like a dorm and it was not as fun as I thought it would be so I’m over it now.
On his show, Drew Carey once discovered a list he’d written at age 13 of all of the things he wanted to do as an adult. Number 1 was “touch a boobie.”
- Live on a moon base.
- Write books.
- Ballet dance
Be a librarian.
Visit Paris and Tokyo.
Wear a Chanel gown. I do own a fake Chanel handbag, though, as well as a fake Louis Vuitton Murakami bag that is pink with cherry blossoms.
Have a house with its own library, and time to sit in this room, surrounded by books, and read to my heart’s content. I have at least a couple hundred books, so am on my way there. Still no house with a dedicated book room, or time to read more than a chapter or two. 
One that I’m doing right now: Use a computer. My dad worked at IBM in the early 70s. I remember being very little and going to visit Dad at work, and seeing those big huge machines with the rolls of tape and punch cards. I wondered what exactly the machines did, and how people worked them - I figured they must be geniuses. Now that I’m an adult and have computer of my own, I know otherwise.
Why won’t you ever get to New Zealand? Are you physically able to travel at all? If you can travel, you can get to New Zealand (Unless, of course, you’ve got some horrible criminal past that would make New Zealand’s immigration people prevent you from coming in.) It might take more money than you can earn right now, and it might take more time than you want to spare at the moment, but it can certainly be made doable at some point in your life.
Have superpowers and fight crime!
Fall in love, get married, and have kids.
Write novels and make films.
Design and build my own house.
Have a turtle pond.
Find out what happens in War Story X.
Have my parents chill out and learn to get along with each other.
Travel in time and outer space!
ETA: I did make a life goals list in sixth grade, but other than marrying the neighbor girl and maybe being an astronaut I don’t remember what was on the list.
My how things change, eh?
Motorbike. I always wanted one, but this country (Northern Ireland) is waay too cold - for most of the year anyways.
I lived in Florida for 18 months which had great weather for it. But I95 was suicide!
And I’m pouring all my disposable income into skydiving now anyways, so, maybe in the future!
Join a carnival
Have a capuchin monkey, a Florida indigo snake, a raven, a kinkajou, and seven or eight dogs (all at once) as pets
Go up in a balloon
Buy the Morton Mansion (local landmark) for my mother.
Blow up my high school.
Be the following when I grew up:a prince, an Indian (the kind you see in Westerns), a private detective, a Gypsy, a veterinarian who only treats dogs, an outlaw biker, a circus clown or chimp trainer, a beatnik, or a world-famous author of sword and sorcery stories.
Hang glide.
Start a travelling troupe of puppeteers.
Eat nothing but pizza, hot dogs, chocolate cake and lasagna for dinner ever again.
Go picturesquely mad and live in the upstairs loft of my Aunt June’s house.
Win a zillion dollars on Wheel Of Fortune, or a chimp on Let’s Make A Deal.
Become a mad scientist who makes monsters for fun and profit.