When I was really little (like 3ish) I dreamed of growing up to become "the queen of the world". Yes, I honestly thought that was a job title. I even went to the state capitol, and told my mom, "someday I'm going to live in a house like this". Then someone told me that wasn't really a feasible career choice, so I decided I wanted to be a teacher. Most people grow up dreaming of being one thing, and then turn out to be something completely different. I, on the other hand, decided very early on what I wanted to do with my life. I later (in my confused early college years) tried to take about a million other paths, but eventually ended up back where I started... dreaming of becoming a teacher. The only change was that I added on the dream of special education, which is where I am now.
My mom kept a ton of my school work when I was growing up. I have a huge box in my closet full of papers, drawings, report cards, awards... you name it, it's there. I found this the other day, and it made me smile. My one dream was to be a teacher. Who ever said dreams don't come true, was wrong.
PS I think I owe a lot of this to my sister, who I forced into playing "school" with me every day growing up. And of course, as any good big sister would do, I always bullied her into being the class while I got to be the teacher (I had a thing with being in charge & trust me- some things don't change).
So, what did you want to be when you grew up (whatever that means)?