I wanted to be a scientist (or a 'tester' as I called it in an old school paper).

I wanted to be a doctor.
Then I saw blood.
Then I lost all ambition.

Professional baseball player and a doctor. For some strange reason I was convinced I could do both.

A clothing designer. And married. I still don't know which is more ridiculous.

Racecar Driver

then

Astronaut


I have a need for speed!

An airline pilot.

I made it through my first year of flight school then changed my mind and became a graphic designer.

I still love flying though.

A ninja turtle.

A fire engine.

A journalist, which I eventually became.

When I was in 7th grade we had to do a project about this, which I dug up a couple years ago at my parent's house. In the little book we made I wrote about how I wanted to be a ceramic scientist, cause I was all into superconductors and mag-lev trains and stuff. While I didn't end up doing much with ceramic materials, I am in materials science now, of which ceramics would be a subset, so that's kind of weird that I've become pretty much what I wanted to be. Before that age, I wanted to be an architect, but my parents were general contractors and I guess all the nasty stuff they said about architects rubbed off.