Kids are odd people. I think that's a fact that's pretty generally acknowledged. I mean, yes, they're wonderful and special and entertaining and lovable, but they're also pretty odd. And the reason that I can say this with such certainty is that I was a very odd child. (Some kids had imaginary friends growing up; I was my own imaginary friend. I changed my own name about once an hour and then would refuse to answer my parents unless they called me by the correct name. Seriously.)
Today, I was walking down the hall, minding my own business, when suddenly, my brain reminded me of this little tidbit of information about myself as a child: somewhere between the ages of 9 and 12, I decided that if I was ever very, very rich, I would pay people to squeeze the juice from honeysuckle so that I could drink honeysuckle juice every morning for breakfast. For real. Apparently, that was my idea of having "made it" in the world. What the heck? (Also, why did I suddenly remember that?) Other "goals" that little-kid me had for grown-up me included: become a ballerina, have eight children, live in a tree, and make up a language. So far, I've accomplished exactly zero of my childhood goals, and accomplishing them in the future isn't looking so likely, either.
So, as a child, what did you want to be (or do) when you grew up? Did you accomplish it? (And don't say "my goal was to be rich enough to drink honeysuckle juice for breakfast." That one's already taken.)