I don't know why the little light in my head marked "blog" went off the other day when my son told me about his list. He has one. At the age of 9.
His list of jobs he wants when he grows up. He even wrote it out for me. There are, in no particular order:
Maybe this is about what you dream of when you're little, all your possibilities and sometimes (but not admittedly for everyone) where you end up being so far away from what you wanted to begin. He's 9 and I hope he can have all of these things, all at once if that's what he wants!
I wanted to be an astronaut.