At what age?
At 5, I wanted to be a ballerina. As a chubby child, that was not in my future.
At 7, I wanted to be a firefighter. That faded.
At 10, I wanted to be an English teacher.
At 12, I wanted to be a published author.
At 15, I wanted to be a published novelist.
At 17, I wanted to be a good wife.
At 19, I wanted to be divorced.
At 21, I wanted to be a police officer.
At 23, I was a Correctional Officer and still wanted to be a police officer.
At 25, I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher and I wanted to be Director Of Communications someday.
At 28, I was a 9-1-1 supervisor and I wanted to be Director of Communications someday.
At 38, I was a good wife and just wanted a job again, after relocating to another part of the state with my third husband.
At 40, I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for another agency and wanted to be divorced. I also wanted to promote to supervisor.
At 55, I didn't want to be a dispatch supervisor any more, but promote to Telecommunications Systems Analyst II.
At 56, I wanted to keep chickens as a hobby.
When I grow up, I want to continue to keep chickens, ducks and geese as a hobby, and perhaps be a published author.