Starting in fourth grade I decided I wanted to be a clinical psychologist. I read my Aunt’s college psych textbook when I was a kid to try to figure out how to cure my uncle’s schizophrenia. The book was complete BS but the nuances of that were lost on me at that age.
I became a macro social worker instead, but I’m a staunch mental health advocate, and I married a clinical psychologist, so it’s evident the passion is still there.
The first thing I can remember wanting to be was 2nd baseman for the Cleveland Indians. I wanted to leaf the league in stolen bases and triples. This wold have been when I was 5-7. By 8 or 9 I realized I was never going to be that person. Around then I decided I wanted to be a teacher. I came pretty close as I didn’t know about college and professors at that point.
(Actually I wanted to learn more about how the trucks picked up garbage and compressed it - the mechanical mechanisms involved. So misdirected interest in engineering / how things work.)
I remember being fascinated with the FBI as far back as second grade. In high school I wanted to be a cop/highway patrolman. I ended up splitting the difference and became a marine police officer (you know - riding around in a boat) and then a detective for the county prosecutor’s office. I have to admit, it was fun.
No doubt, “Rock Star” was the dream. Still is considering that a lot of them keep going into their seventies; I’d still have a good 15 year run if I started now!
When I was a kid, the picks were either to be a TV repairman or the oddly specific lawnmower mechanic.
Now, I’m a mainframe security analyst. Occasionally, things get so nutty and over the top stressful that my adult dream job of working in the paint department at Home Depot gets more and more appealing.