I thought this might be a fun thing to kick out for a summer evening. When you were, oh, about 9 or 10 years old, what did you dream of doing? I was heavily into Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, etc., so I dreamt of being a Crusading Girl Reporter, travelling all over, solving mysteries, and righting injustices. That or a great Defense Attorney, which was much the same thing but with less worldwide travel. When I was in high school, Remington Steele was on, and I would have liked to have been Laura Holt, the show’s private detective heroine. Of course I also though Pierce Brosnan was gorgeous! (Still do, for that matter.)
So, what did you dream about being when you grew up, even if it wasn’t all that realistic? I realize Crusading Girl Reporters look to be a thing of the 30’s and possiby the 50’s, but it was still a fun dream.
Since I was 5 I’ve wanted to be a Paleontologist… still do except my marks are just a bit short of being able to get in. (Darn Honors courses)
For a bit I wanted to be a teacher, and a lawyer. In high school I considered being a Cosmotologist or an Accountant but decided that it wasn’t what I really wanted.
Right now I’m just looking for something I can live with for the next while and not go completely nuts doing.
I wanted to go into the US Navy and become an Officer, my dad was in the Navy during WW2. I would have went to College UofI, or maybe Illinois-Weslyan(Dad’s Alma-Mater)-NROTC and major in Communication-Journalism, become a Public Affairs Officer - work at Navy News or Stars and Stripes, do 20 years and retire Commander or Captain. And then work as a Reporter at a Major News - TV Affiliate, Chicago, work my way up to the Big-Time.
What did I do, went into the US Navy Enlisted, became a Lithographer/Printer (hence Intaglio) - stayed in for 10 years and got out, because I could not make higher advancement. Work at a good job, in a Print Shop in DE. All-In-All good life, husband of 11 years and an almost 6 year old.
I wanted to be a veterinarian … specializing in bugs. It was a sad day when I finally figured out that nobody was interested in paying a veterinarian to treat bugs.
Failing that, I decided to be a sheep farmer, mother of seven, and president of my own island (it would, of course, be an island populated mainly by sheep, but even so, I don’t know where I thought I would find the time).
I always wanted to be an archaeologist. My best friend and I talked for hours on end about all the things we’d do and see, and how we’d become the most famous archaeologists in all the world.
Then I realized it wasn’t the kind of job for me, and moved on to firefighting, book-writing, and conquering the world. shrug
I didn’t dream so much about an occupation. In general they weren’t very glamourous for women. But I did imagine a lifestyle that is totally different from what I have or would want now. The image was of a sort of Lana Turner type in a cocktail dress, martini in hand, standing and talking with some handsome man in a Manhattan penthouse with a gorgeous view of the skyline…with the lights on, of course.
I’ve been fascinated with the night sky ever since I thought to look up. I wanted desparately to be an astronomer, but regretably, the physics involved is too much for my feeble brain. Second choice was archaeologist, but neither panned out. I’m a bureaucrat.
