Mine was to be a military pilot, namely fast jets, but unfortunately a few factors put paid to that one, mainly the fact that I was very short sighted! (at a later date having lasers fired at my eyes solved that problem).
I recently learned from a friend that one of the first things they test for during initial selection is the Photic sneeze reflex which is an automatic disqualifier, so I wouldn’t have got past the front door.
As I get older I have increasing personal concerns over state use of force, I’m not a pacifist but unless I truly believed in the cause I would have moral problems with the application of violence to resolve it. (I am not anti-military by any means just to clarify)
For a very long time, I wanted to be a comedian…or perhaps more specifically, I wanted to be Bill Cosby. My folks had a bunch of Bill Cosby’s old albums and I would listen to them over and over…I thought it would very cool to be able to tell stories and make people laugh.
I’m with the OP, right up to high school I wanted to be a fighter pilot.
I never would have made it though, I’m a laid back bloke and don’t have the drive required for that sort of job. Interesting to daydream occasionally though.
I’m with the OP. Fighter jock, hopefully progressing on to astronaut.
Alas, the minimum height for pilots in the USAF and USN is 64 inches (162 CM), and I am only 62 and a half.
So I enlisted in the Navy and got to work on those fighter jets, and I got to ride in some cool airplanes/helicopters.
I am kinda glad I didn’t make it because many of the fighter jocks I worked with were not pleasant people, although most of the helo pilots are great to work with.
On my first day of high school, as I was walking into the building for the first time, I set the fire alarm off by tripping the manual pull station by the door.
I am now the installation and service manager for a fire alarm company…
I wanted to be an inventor. I wanted to have a lab and to just tinker around and make things that no one had ever though to make before. It turns out that’s a lot harder than it sounds.
The very first career ambition I had - I did alter this several times and in fact I’m still not sure what I want to grow up to be (I’m 52) - was to be the garbage man. In those days, they were two man trucks. One guy drove, the other (my ambition) was the guy that hung on the back, hopped off at each house, tossed the trash in the back and occasionally hit the lever for the compactor.