When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Honestly, I don’t remember. I don’t remember my childhood before the age of 8 much at all. I’ve seen pictures and those have sort of triggered or at least formed what could be memories but I don’t really remember it. I know my parents have told me stories. And I am sure they told me something about what I wanted to be at that age. I think it was some absurd combination of mommy, doctor, astronaut or some other random thing. To be clear, its not that I think it’s absurd to do all of those things, It’s more that it feels absurd to me that I ever said I wanted to be a mommy because I have zero recollection of wanting anything to do with babies, children, or being a parent ever in my life.
The first thing I remember wanting to be when I grew up was a fashion designer. I had one of those fashion designer toys where you ran the crayon over the plates to get the impression on the paper and then could color the design. I loved that thing. Not only would I mix and match the plates as many ways as I could but I loved coming up with new color combinations.
I attempted to pursue this career actually. Learning to sew and modify patterns. Trying to find a high school with a program that would work. I came close. Almost went to high school for costume design. But it wasn’t quite right. I did do a good bit of costume work later on in life and I’ve always had a fairly unique sense of style. The career ambitions may have changed but the love of the art and style never did.
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