When I was a wee pomegranate, I wanted to be a ballerina, a doctor, a writer, and President of the United States when I grew up.
Instead, I’ve been a bartender, a caregiver, a teacher, and a writer. It all works out, and I don’t really have the figure for either ballet or public office, plus I smoked a lot of the fluffy stuff in college1.
What did you want to be when you were wee pomegranates? How does it differ from what you actually do, or are planning on doing?
Side note: This is the last of the editorial Lunchtime Polls. We’re turning the opening salvo over to our new Staff Writers, starting Monday. Collectively, the editorial team was about to resort to asking you about your favorite brand of facial tissue, so we’re glad to get some fresh writerly blood in here to give our dear readers something to do at lunch. Make them feel welcome!