I always wanted to be a truck/van driver...like those who deliver milk cartons to people's houses. Yeah that was my dream when I was about 7 years old? I would be wheeling my little toy trucks and pretending that I was a driver who was happily cruising along some highway.
It was during the same "truck driver" period that I wanted to be a police officer. Wielding a gun and running after criminals just seemed absolutely like the perfect job. The ambition was tweaked a little when I got older. I wanted to host "Crimewatch". "Tonight we are looking at men who preyed on old ladies...." and I can end with some tag line that says "Be ready. Be prepared. Low crime doesn't mean No crime." COOOOOLLLLLLLLLL.
Along the way, I also wanted to be a nurse so that I can jab needles into primary school kids...a zoo keeper...a tour guide who can scale mountains and fight bad guys....something like Indiana Jones (yes I know he isn't a tour guide) and the list goes on.
Then I got older and I decided that I should set up a shop that sells bread or flowers....or bread and flowers. It felt so good to be wearing a nice flowery apron and picking up suitable flowers for customers and then smashing dough to make some nice bread. I still want to be a florist by the way. Flower therapy. A new counselling method.
I took an architecture module in school and I absolutely adored it. I never knew how much work goes into the seemingly bored looking angular shaped buildings we see all the time. So I wanted to be an architect. But that was really a day dream.
If I am not a social worker, I would have chosen to be a doctor. Cos' sometimes physical pain has to be alleviated before anything else can be done.
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