As a kid, I often had different answers for the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" When I was five, I sat down to watch the summer Olympics and was inspired to become a "somersault teacher." In kindergarten Space Jam became my obsession; it was only natural to aspire to become a member of the Tune Squad. Later, in 2nd grade, I was enthralled by the trials, hardships, courage and grotesquely chapped lips of Iron Will. I was soon dead set on winning the Iditarod. In 3rd grade Mrs. Johnson said I wrote well; I should be an author. 4th grade - a professional rock collector. And then in 5th grade we got cable, and thanks to various TLC and Discovery channel shows, I dreamed of Civil War reenactments, prairie dog wrangling, Wienermobile driving, comic book making, resort owning, park rangering, T-shirt designing, mail delivering and llama farming. And how many years later, I still don't know.
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