Now I sat for a while trying to remember what I dreamt of becoming when I was a nipper and looking at everyone elses entries so far, mine are to say the least ‘bog standard’ and ‘run of the mill’ aspirations, but here they are nonetheless…
Now I can’t remember what order most of these come under, some include the fad at the time that made me dream this was the career for me! See all the other entries at Manana Mama‘s blog, who is hosting Listography this week as she came up with the great topic.
1. A Vet
Coming from my adoration for animals, don’t get me wrong I still adore them but not in the obsessive way I did as a child. Born out of watching All Creatures Great and Small, crying at Dances With Wolves because of the horse and wolf dying. Basically any horse gunned down during battle was excruciating for me, sod the humans. Ultimately I realised eventually I was to be academically challenged in this pursuit…and I didn’t much like the idea of putting animals down or putting my hand up a cows backside.
2. A Ballerina
I briefly pondered over this during my stint doing ballet, which I soon moved on from when I got bored of it and my toes hurt. I remember also convincing my friend to boycott it too much to the disdain of her family. My friend buy levitra online australia soon moved onto boys anyway!
3. A Jockey
Now this is a bizarre one for a girl but for anyone who has seen/read National Velvet you will see why. How I ever thought this a possibility is anyone’s guess and I would look absolutely ridiculous (not being teeny weeny).
4. A Film Star living in New York
I remember fantasising about living in New York and thinking what a magical place it was. Nevermind the fact at that point the crime rates were sky high. I have since been to New York on my honeymoon and the sheen was well and truly wiped off due to morning sickness, unfortunately memories of New York can evoke the ghastly feelings of nausea! Our timing conceiving pre wedding was superb to say the least…Definately a place to visit again (properly).
This one I actually managed! Hoorah. I did this for 18 months when I was 20 and I can tell you it is not glamourous in the slightest. The highs were visiting some great places, the lows were mopping toilets after people had defaecated on them and staying in mosquito ridden rooms! This is an entirely different story and I may have to write a post about it soon…