When I grow up...

So, when I was a child, I wanted to grow up and be several things. One of the first was a veterinarian... but I quickly realized that animals really didn't care for me much - thanks for running away Cinnamon. Soon after I fell in love with a boy done the street who like dinosaurs. So obviously, I wanted to become a paleontologist. When he dumped me I decided to become an artist. This dream profession lasted a while until I realized my purpose in life was to have the first baby on the moon; therefore, I decided to become a physicist and work with NASA. Shortly after, I discovered that the physicists rarely go into space - apparently they much prefer the ground. I sure there were many others...but you get the gist.