I’ll probably never grow up, but if I do I want to play Major League Baseball. In the decade of the 1970’s.
One of my former employees once told me that when he was a young child he wanted to be the Pope when he grew up. I can’t recall ever meeting anyone else aspiring to that admittedly lofty goal. Aim high.
I want a figurehead position somewhere I will make lots and lots of money for minimum effort.
Or…
I want to be a famous novelist, so someone wave that magic wand to give me the talent.
Or…
I want to be a beeeyoootiful princess with a sparkly crown and a full court of handmaidens and my very own jester!
One thing is for damned sure. I don’t want to be a house painter when I grow up.
I want to be governor. Shake hands, make speeches, hug babies, slap backs, and then after I get elected get a statewide health plan that really works for the citizens, and get both unemployment and crime rates down to 0% and institute a full college scholarship for poor kids with good grades.
To be able to saunter up to a piano at a party and play so wonderfully that everyone is in awe, and to be able to then be croon so well that it starts a serious revival of the music of the 30’s/40’s/50’s, and the return of romaticism (without its downside)…all of which is attributed to me.
Impossible, impracticable and a wild and foolish dream…but someone out there can have my dream for free…hey, you…make it happen!