CONFESS!!! What job would you have today if it was the one you picked when you were 8 years old

I would be a backup singer for Tony Orlando or a tap dancer on the Lawrence Welk Show

newspaper reporter.

or a paleontologist

Whatever that is. The exact method of compensation was a little murky. It would involve me riding and caring for horses, though.

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Because of years of accumulated physical damage. It was fun while it lasted!

I only ever wanted to take care of horses. As for compensation, we always ask people, "Do you want to make a small fortune with horses?"

When they say. "YES!"












Our answer is, "Start with a large fortune."

Horses are amazing but, wow, I realized when I was about 16 that I had had several close calls that could have resulted in serious injury (like head or spine injuries) or even death. I lost my nerve around them. I admire people who can stay with it.

But for me owning horses is like being in an abusive relationship.

I got my first horse at thirteen. Two weeks after getting her, she fell with me and I was knocked out for at least forty five minutes. My second horse literally ran over me - I had hoof prints on my back and still have a knot in one shoulder blade.

It's a wonder I made it to be an adult, but the accidents just kept happening though I worked hard at being safe around horses. Now my knees, shoulders and back are shot and I just can't do the work anymore. I still have a few mares and we had one foal this year. I need to get some new pics of him, but here he was, Jan 12, 2011, brand new:

But, yeah, horses = injury. I guess it's just that they're so big and powerful and have a very strong fright/flight instinct. I don't know anyone who spent any significant time around horses who didn't get at least one major injury. My horse spooked and fell over with me on his back. Luckily I fell clear and escaped with just a broken elbow.

Sorry your body is in pain from all those years around horses.

And I still would be happy to do so if I weren't so truly horrible at math. :cry:

They were stationed together for a awhile.

That was his famous war story.

Dad said Tyrone told him stories about other Hollywood actors.

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the RedEye to LA for an appearance/cameo in a movie presently in production.

I think. Meaning, at 44 years old, I'd likely be at the end of my career, if not retired.

also a beautiful movie star.

Instead I got married at 18 had four daughters by the time I was 24! Then it was I who needed a therapist! lol

Only because when I was 8 farmers were not female. I grew up in the city and wanted to live on a farm so I could have a lot of animals - mostly horses.

I always wanted to be Lois Lane. Then I grew up, and into a secretary :sigh:

No, wait--that was when I was 5. At 8, I was convinced I'd be a singer, on tour with my husband, David Cassidy. :P

Since at age 10 I was going to be married to Shaun Cassidy

I shifted my loyalties to Shaun when I was 11. Yes, I was a tart. Or...tartlet. Whatever. :blush:

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To say yes to Shaun and
leave his brother behind -

its not often easy
and not often kind
Did you ever have to
make up your mind


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or a cowboy

also, Santa Claus

Thanks a bunch, Ashling! :banghead: :rofl:

:hi:

although at my age now, I guess I'd be coaching or managing. Inability to hit a curveball, fastball, slider, or change-up with any degree of consistency (translation: missing by a mile) short-circuited my plans.

or pro hockey player.

Course we were still going to the moon back then.

or a professional musician.

We'd travel from game to game in a Tractor Trailer with the cargo area converted with bunk beds.

I had a strange imagination.

had played semi-pro ball and played in the minor leagues. We moved next door when I was about four and I became his little shadow. And, among other things he taught me how to pitch. I can remember as a little kid reading ass sorts of books about baseball - and being able to rattle off lots of baseball statistics.

Of course back then girls were not allowed to play baseball. So I played softball - catcher, shortstop, third base mostly. I was the only girl on the team who could stand at the back of centerfield and throw a ball and hit the center of homeplate.

I was recruited to play at some small colleges but my vision impairment was a major detriment and then I tore the ligaments in an ankle. Happened at a very inopportune time and took a long time to heal. By the time I was able to play again I was in college at a school that didn't even have intramural softball.

All those glorious treasure chests full of jewels and gold. I dug for treasure in my back yard for at least a year, convinced for some reason that one was buried there. I think I wanted to be Annie Oakley, too.

I always begged my mother for a chemistry set but she was afraid I'd blow us up.

Instead I became a lawyer. Then quit that, and am a tech entrepreneur.

and I also thought that my whole life would be different once I was 11. I thought 11 was very mature.

I even started college in 1966 as a pre-med. Then I took Intro to Anthropology as a general ed course, and loved it so much I switched to an Anthro major. I AM a doctor but it is a PhD. If not for that course today I would probably be a rich respected cardiologist or something. Damn you Professor Pierre Gravel! You were my undoing. But I probably did have more fun.

I enjoy the science behind it, and love animals. But, my weak stomach doesn't tolerate funky smells, gory sights, so that wasn't meant to be. A vet that throws up at the first hint of trouble probably wouldn't fly -- I never would have made the first few days of vet school.

So, I sit at a desk and push papers now. Boring, but at least I've never encountered anything that made me throw up.

I ended up as an art teacher!

Inspired by the television show Whirlybirds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gp5gVv8Q048

But at 8 that's what I wanted to do. Got to play a lot, just not in the NHL. :(

It's not so much a job as it is a lifestyle choice.

You only have to work one day a week! :)

I'd be flying around, helping those in need, while keeping Lex Luthor, Darkseid, and Mongul in check.

What can I say? I saw The Warriors, and thought they were as cool as shit.

for Henson Studios.

I was a really good shot wity my bb gun.

2 years later I wanted to be in NFL

well, it probably depends on which day when I was 8 ...

The house in Norwalk. Hmmm... what was I into then?

Voltron?

Smurfs?

He-Man?

Hmmmm... I think I wanted to be flying a Voltron lion.

Just the wrong city.

Adam West was my first god.

Raiders of the Lost Ark came out when I was five. I wanted to be an archaeologist for about the next five years, until someone explained to me that they spend far more time scrubbing boulders with toothbrushes than they do dodging poisoned arrows and punching out nazis.

Newspaper reporter (ala Brenda Starr) or an archeologist (waaaay before Indiana Jones). I became an artist.

pounds, and that was the end of that dream. :)

But I don't recall ever having said that!

More likely, I'd be a rich (or otherwise) playboy, because I never wanted to do anything! :P

I know I spent a lot of time looking out the windows, not paying attention to school or anything else. A "dreamer". So now I like to write and would rather do that than even drafting :)

Or comic book art genius

because I would have been a running back for the Baltimore Colts. Damn you, Robert Irsay! :grr:

or maybe continuous flow batter prep operator. I half remember some scheme to produce an endless stream of batter for production line baking.

Doing the work today as a machinist for an automation company.

(as a university teacher and researcher, I am in a sense both, though neither exactly in the sense that I meant.)

When I was a bit older, I wanted to become a doctor who would discover the cure for cancer. I am definitely not that.

I knew someone who, at that age, wanted to be a mermaid.

I thought Don Prudhomme had the best job in the world.

May be the coolest guy in the world. Legend has it that he was nicknamed "Snake" because of his quick reflexes

I never did figure out how that would be a career path: I just wanted people to listen to me.

At age 8 I was a genius. Dunno what happened in the intervening years.

Which, if true now, would mean I'd be spending a lot of my time learning to speak Russian.

I enjoy it nonetheless.

Redstone

Sherlock Holmes and Professor Moriarty.

That was my goal at that age. I was going to be the supercop, but secretly also the supervillain. Seemed ideal. Built in Job security.

Go figure....

I did it for a while but I am not cut out for it - my son, however, is a brilliant teacher and I could not be prouder

B-)

I fell in love with the movie "gypsy" when I was little, missed the big picture I guess :P

I'm still trying, but try as I might I just can't figure out how to monetize that shizzle. I've reached the compromise of putting on my business card.

No lie, I wanted to be Haji. Nevermind that I was a Scotch-Lebanese kid from CT who looked like Jonny and whose circumstances in life were those of the WASPy, white, Republican, tennis-club gentry. I wanted to be a small globetrotting adventuring Indian boy.

Sound engineer, chemist, and social revolutionary.

No wonder my parents had a hard time understanding me.