What I want to be when I grow up

When I was a child I wanted to grow up to be my cousin Maureen. She was older than me, clever, gentle, kind, loving, thoughtful, lovely, and with immense inner strength. When the task of speaking at her funeral fell to me, I began and ended my eulogy with the words, "When I grow up I want to be my cousin Maureen." I wish…

What I want to be when I grow up: fit.

I wanted to be a police officer - no-one pointed out that as I wore glasses I could not be a police officer - sadly to late now that the rules have been changed.

When I grow up I want to be
1. rich
2. beautiful
3. have straight hair
4. be able to eat what I like and not put on weight
5. be a brilliant artist etc. etc.

I wanted to be a journalist but my parents said it was a disreputable profession. Perhaps they had certain Editors in mind!

Well - I am not sure yet either

When I left, aged 19, for my first 6 months abroad (London) I didn't know what I wanted to do- but I was absolutely sure about what I absolutely did NOT want.

a/ getting married (married aged 20)

b/ have children until I was at least 30 (1 aged 22, 1 aged 25)

c/ become a teacher (got my B.Ed Hons Degree and started teaching aged 32)

Che sera ... sera.

Don't know whether I'm grown up or not yet - depends on the day! Good day I feel around mid 30's. Bad day about 10.

I really wanted to be a Hospital Almoner - which I suppose today is equivalent to a medical social worker [?]. So I didn't stray too far from the branch in ending up as a therapist.