Growing up...

Today I was asked what I wanted to be when I was a kid. The fist thing that came to mind was a firefighter. When I was about 6 or 7, my school took me to the fire station and for the longest time I thought that being a firefighter would fulfill my life's dream. When I got to around 10, I probably watched a movie or cartoon of some sort and decided that I wanted to be a treasure hunter. I wanted a sidekick as well as a parrot, which made it very pirate-like.

And now, when I think about what I want to be, I realize that being a treasure hunter is pretty much out of the question.

Why is it that we make it so easy to for children to dream big and we even encourage it, but when the time comes we have so many restraints to what we can do and how we can do it? Doesn't that seem a little bit mean?

Now that I've renewed my desire to be a treasure hunter... I will go and study for my abnormal psychology midterm. =P