Do you guys remember what you wanted to be when you grew up"
This was something I found myself asking a ton of my friends as I started writing this post. The responses were all hilariously sweet:
"A roller coaster engineer and divorcee who lived in New York City," said Tracy.
When I asked why, she simply said 'because roller coasters are cool'. And that her 6-year-old-self didn't believe that love could last forever. Hm.
"The First Female President," said Meredith.
Good news, Mer ? you can STILL be the first female president! ?
"Something in math," said Molly, who then explained that she once kicked a hole in the wall because she was frustrated with her calculus homework.
If I'm being honest, I don't entirely 100% remember myself, lol. I do know that I went through different phases ? nothing really logical or significant, they were mostly determined by what I happened to think was superfreakingawesome at the time. Like that time I wanted to be a stewardess (because planes are cool!), and another in which I wanted to be a dentist (because I was too young to realize that going to the dentist actually terrifies me).
There is one childhood dream of mine that does stick out though. There were a few months in my life in which I wanted to be an archeologist. I blame Jurassic Park. Although the movie frightened the daylights out of me (seriously, that scene where the T-Rex gets loose and wreaks havoc on the cars was pretty scary as a 6-year-old), I was still enamored by all the dinosaurs. That year, instead of requesting the usual Barbies and Polly Pockets for birthday and Christmas presents, I wanted dinosaur books, figurines, and eggs.
Of course, you guys know the rest of the story. I did NOT become an archeologist. In fact, the closest I will ever came to archeology in my adult years are these dinosaur fossil cookies.
And in order to fulfill my childhood dream, I decided to have some fu...