Spock, but I’ve turned into Bones.
Gollum seemed all right.
Spock.
Lazarus Long. Then Belgarath.
James West; cowboys were cool, gadgets were cool. A cowboy with gadgets? 
Until I was in mid-fourth-grade and a teacher I adored chewed me out, I was a real asshole.
To answer this question? I thought the Great Brain series was a set of instruction manuals.
So do I, and I have a few years on you. And then, sometimes . . .
I still want to be one of Heinlein’s strong, smart, sassy, red-headed women. Or maybe even . . .
but female.
There seems to be a red head thing going on here. :rolleyes:
Yeah, those guys too. I also wanted Fess Parker to be my dad.
50’s kid here. **Zorro **(Disney version).
That’s funny. I always associated George Reeves/Clark Kent with my father. They had a passing resemblance, glasses, wore a suit to work. I wanted my dad to wear a fedora, but he never did.
Growing up, I always wanted to be The Professor from Gilligan’s Island. Dude could solve any problem, build any gadget! And look good doing it!
Interestingly, I *did *grow up to be a college professor (although “the” professor was really a high school teacher).
ETA: I also wanted to be Scotty from ST:TOS, but if you think about it, they are pretty similar.
“I once knew a guy who could build a nuclear reactor out of coconuts but couldn’t fix a two-foot hole in a boat.”
—Bob Denver in Back to the Beach (1987)
Growing up in the fifties, I wanted to be John Carter, Warlord of Mars
Anne-with-an-E (who was smart and tough and imaginative and dramatic) or Jo March (until she married the wrong guy).
As a child? That’s a slam dunk. Christopher Robin. Having your own wood and going on adventures with talking animal friends is hard to beat.
A bit older as my reading choices expanded I would have killed to be Dorian Hawkmoon or Corwin, Prince of Amber. Or from television, Steve Austin.
James T. Kirk and Steve Austin and Buck Rogers each had their period of my rapt adoration. In my teens, I really admired Francis X. Furillo and even considered becoming a cop.
Dr Who. I had this long knit scarf I’d wear all the time.
Jo March from Little Women, but, like amarinth above, not after she married old shaggy-bearded Professor Bhaer.
Beth from Little Women, but not after she died. If she could have remained an interesting lovable invalid all her life she would have been almost perfect.
Susan and Lucy from the Narnia books, but not after Susan is no longer a friend of Narnia.
Eowyn from Lord of the Rings, the book and not the film (I haven’t seen the films and don’t know how they’ve portrayed her)
It disstresses me to no end that you feel the need to specify that Jo March is a character in LITTLE WOMEN, but I suppose you’re right.
Do not inflict the Peter Jackson movies on yourself. Eowyn is awesome throughout (And Theoden’s dying speech is delivered to her rather than to Merry), which The films’ loan improvement over the book), but even so, they are nothing but a crapfest.
Indiana Jones was the first character I aspired to be like in my youth. It was then, in my twenties, that I admired and emulated Randall P. McMurphy every chance I could. His anti-authoritarianism stance really resonated with me, as did his devil-may-care outlook. Never let someone hold hostage your free will. This has not worked out for me so well in real life. It’s like Chief Bromden says to McMurphy: (paraphrasing a bit here) “My pa wanted to do whatever he felt like, but the Combine wouldn’t let him. He fought them for years but they finally beat him down so much and became such a drunk that the dogs didn’t even recognize him anymore.” This still holds true, in my opinion. You better conform and be a wily rabbit (as Harding describes himself and the other patients) just so you can survive. Don’t even ATTEMPT to become a wolf.
I wanted to be Nancy Drew for the longest time.