I wanted to be a detective. I remember having explored the whole building of my old school, mostly alone. It was pretty big. Even found the perfect spot for people to hook up with remote chances of getting caught. Not surprisingly, one day I found there a couple that had this idea lol. I was so young, maybe 10.
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
-Being a farmer. (I was about 5, and basically pictured myself surrounded by cute animals.)
-Being an actor, mainly Shakespearean (more on the stage in England, than in front of the cameras in Hollywood.)
-Writing a novel - but you never know, that one is remotely still possible.
-Meeting and marrying someone like Mr Darcy. Uh huh!
-Currently, I dream of visiting Antarctica - or more accurately, running away to Antarctica and finding spiritual peace in its blinding beautiful white vistas.
-Traveling the world; making lots of nice and interesting friends; moving to London and having a super cool life there. Hey - I did those ones!
First (as far as I can remember) I wanted to write comics (as a storyboard guy, since I had zero artistic skills). Then I wanted to be a diplomat. Then a mystery novelist. Then I wanted to be a journalist, but currently I begin to realize I'm probably better suited to being an office-boy or something. But I have a plan!
Originally Posted by shortnsweet
(She called me on my reasoning- "you can't be a nun just to hide from working!!!")
I had several dreams. Implementing money-making schemes (they probably were mostly fraudulent) to become filthy rich was one of them. There was one about becoming a surgeon specialising in neurology and the last one was to become an archeologist-adventurer-private detective of sorts a la Indiana Jones-Sherlock Holmes.