Comments on: Back when I was a kid

By: malbeth

malbeth — Mon, 22 May 2006 15:14:55 +0000

Once I wanted to be a taxi cab driver until my older brother told me that cabbies get shot. This made me cry.

Then I wanted to be a pizza delivery boy until my older brother told me that they get shot too. This made me want to be a CEO for domino’s.

Now I just wanna be a shot in the dark.

By: novala

novala — Tue, 16 May 2006 22:35:32 +0000

I never ever wanted to be a journalist, btw.

By: mig

mig — Tue, 16 May 2006 16:47:15 +0000

but scotty, you write so well!

By: scotty

scotty — Tue, 16 May 2006 16:43:11 +0000

Hmm… I remember thinking that, for a profession, I would do something… fun. I would live in an urban environment — like a big loft — maybe a lot like Tom Hanks in “Big”. I knew it would involve lots of lovely ladies.

Turns out, I’m not too far from that reality. However, what is now looking like my life looks nothing like I thought it would.

At one point, I thought I’d be a writer. I was even “pushed” that way by teachers, counselors, professors. Turns out, writing is hard. And if you have any self-doubt, something that writing seems to multiply, then it’s even harder.

By: bran

bran — Mon, 15 May 2006 17:30:37 +0000

i wanted to be a musician when i was a kid. i wanted to create and be part of something outside of me. i also wanted to be “a good mom” to my someday-kid(s).

i like this post, very much Mig. though i thought you’d be mauled by werewolves in the end, under the full moon. eh, road construction, werewolves, same diff.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Mon, 15 May 2006 12:47:16 +0000

Oh, and Pam

By: Jessica

Jessica — Mon, 15 May 2006 12:44:42 +0000

I wanted to be: a journalist, a novelist, a fashion designer, a teacher, a vetrinarian, a CIA agent, a lawyer, an anthropologist, and whatever comes after being human. I’ve dabbled pretty deeply in each of my callings, just short of making a career (a lucrative one, anyway) of any of them. I’m going to go ahead and give the second one some effort and possibly even some follow-through, and perhaps even work on that first one again.

{My grandfather figured me as the new messiah. My mom saw me as president. I always wonder about people who hold (with a steely grip) aspirations for others, like that.}

By: novala

novala — Sat, 13 May 2006 02:52:52 +0000

Sailormoon.

By: R J Keefe

R J Keefe — Fri, 12 May 2006 22:04:33 +0000

I wanted to be a rentier and to live in a big house with all my friends. Now I read histories of the reign of Louis XIV, shivering with gratitude that prayers are not always answered.

By: ruth

ruth — Fri, 12 May 2006 20:50:12 +0000

I had all the desire squeezed out of me because I was told what I was going to be. Now, I don’t know.

By: novala

novala — Fri, 12 May 2006 20:07:55 +0000

I only knew what I didn’t want to be.

By: Tim

Tim — Fri, 12 May 2006 19:55:46 +0000

Wanted to be: Test Pilot

Am: Aerospace Engineer

Now want to be: Math Teacher

By: francis s.

francis s. — Fri, 12 May 2006 17:19:11 +0000

Wait, isn’t this an annual question of yours, Mig?

Succesful novelist.

By: mig

mig — Fri, 12 May 2006 15:00:36 +0000

I forgot hermit. Doing pretty good there, too, for a while, sort of letting that slide lately though.

By: sue

sue — Fri, 12 May 2006 04:24:30 +0000

I can’t remember thinking about what I wanted to be—maybe because when I was growing up little girls became wives and mommies–in that order. If they had jobs, they quit when the kids started to arrive.

(Actually, the job I had when I was pregnant with number one ended about a month before she was born, so there wasn’t really an option available.)

But I think I have broken the mold for being a proper old lady! (At least I hope I have.)