LTP: 5/3/11

Why, hello there. Today I thought I’d ask a question about childhood dreams. It’s a two-parter, because I think the first part gets asked a lot and I wanted to mix things up. I hope this is fun and interesting and not sad.

So: when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? AND, what would your childhood self think of what you actually do for a living now?

I wanted to be either a veterinarian or a flight attendant when I grew up. This was before I realized that vets have to deal with sick, hurt, and dying animals all the time. It was also before I realized that my neighbor’s mom, who was a flight attendant, was rarely home and was always tired and cranky when she was home. I just liked asking her about all the cool places she’d been.

I think childhood me would be really interested about the blogging gig – not least because I hadn’t heard of the internet, and blogs were more than a decade away – but would be kind of horrified to learn that during the day, I work at a school.

OK, it’s your turn!

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19 thoughts on “LTP: 5/3/11”

  1. Little me declared very early on (like 3) that she was going to be a doctor, and not just any doctor but a Cardiologist or an Anesthesiologist. Frankly, I think I just liked saying the latter. In any case, I think she’s be thrilled with where I am today (medical school), but she would also be really peeved with the job I had previously. I was a cave microbiologist, and little me was deathly afraid of caves.

  2. WeeDoomcupcake wanted to be an astronaut, an archeologist, a fashion designer, and a baker. All at the same time. On the Moon.

    WeeMe would be able to live with my current Earthbound existence, but would not be at all happy about me being a teacher.

  3. I know I wanted to be a nurse for a little bit- until I found out they had to deal with blood (eww).
    When I got a little older I wanted to be a judge- until I found out that I had to be a lawyer first.
    I know in high school and college I wanted to be a diplomat.

    Anyways, I think little Mona would be horrified that I am a teacher. She never liked kids, even when she was one.

  4. I never ever knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Wait, I take it back, around third grade I wanted to be an archeologist and explore pyramids. I think I still want to be an archeologist and explore pyramids. Maybe next year.

    It may be that I never knew what I wanted to be because I didn’t know there was such a thing as a glass artist. I’m pretty sure Young Me would think glass working was the coolest thing ever because Old Me thinks it’s awesome.

  5. I wanted to be a marine biologist when I was little. I was beach-obsessed and went through that “all girls love dolphins” stage like whoa. And I stuck with that until I had to take Chemistry in high school, and realized there was no way in hell I’d be able to make it through a chem class in college. Also I think I wanted to do something that helped people.
    So now I am doing something that helps people, sort of, but I am also never out on a boat or examining interesting bits of sealife. My childhood self would be PISSED that I’m in a cubicle all day, and she is right.

  6. I was going to be a ballerina. Mind you, from age 3 to age 12, I had proper classical ballet training with a prominent company up to three times a week, and I performed in full-fledged star-studded productions once or twice a year. I was dedicated. However at age 12 I realized that my body was not ever going to be a “classically-acceptable” ballerina shape. I downright refused to force myself to maintain a perfect, impossible (for me) figure, and I believe my mum was rather proud of my choice. I miss it, but now it’s more fun to go watch it and be a patron.

    I don’t believe 12-year-old-me knew that nonprofit/social marketing even existed…

  7. When I was in 3rd grade I wrote that when I grew up I wanted to write a book about me and my life. So 3rd grade me would be pretty pumped that I pretty much do that, albeit not for an actual “living.”
    From age 11 on I wanted to be a therapist. I think 11 year old me would be a little disillusioned with the world of mental health, similar to how 28 year old me actually feels about it.

  8. When I was very young, I wanted to be an ice cream salesperson or an astronaut. When I was a little older, I wanted to be a psychiatrist, a writer, or a professor.

    Now, I am finishing graduate school in women’s studies and have no idea what I’ll be doing. My childhood self would feel very anxious about this, as does my twenty-four-year-old self. Young paperispatient would be delighted with some of the publishing jobs I’ve applied for, though.

  9. For our kindergarten graduation we were told to paint a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I painted a BEAUTIFUL picture of a ballerina leaping over a river. OMG, such ambition. But, ultimately, I think my favorite part of the whole assignment was the act of painting – I just happened to think ballerinas were the most beautiful people ever and I wanted the most beautiful picture on that wall.
    I didn’t become an artist but I didn’t lose that feeling. The artistry of math led to my degree (I can graph anything!) and thus put me in this position today. My reports are quite aesthetic and detailed. :)
    But really, if one had asked me WHERE I wanted to work, I would have said an office, downtown with lots of placed to eat lunch. I was just a strange kid… Oh, and I wanted a clipboard, those always seemed so important. :) I use a clipboard now. I just need better lunch options.
    Also, have you SEEN fractal graphs?!

  10. When I was growing up I wanted to be a firefighter for a long time (dad is), and an archeologist (I think I just liked digging – I was never really big into dinosaurs like lots of other kids). Up until high school, really, I wanted to be an anchorwoman on the news. Then in HS I had to do a career-exploration thing about it and realized I am not that competitive.

    Now I’m an event planner. Not quite sure what childhood me would think, since I’m not sure I knew this existed. I’m sure it’s like everyone else (even the grown-ups), everyone thinks it sounds fun. All depends on the spin I put on it, I s’pose.

  11. Throughout my childhood I wanted to be a volcanologist, a NASA astronaut, and a Pixar animator. I think my childhood self would think my current self is pretty square, for not accomplishing any of the above, but would also admire my current, oh-so-glamorous job as a coffeeshop barista.

      1. It was actually by flipping through the “V” volume of the encyclopedia and seeing all these huge, beautiful, scary photographs of exploding volcanoes. Kind of weird, but that’s what I did for funsies at age five.

        What is the name of this National Geographic film? My interest has been piqued!

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