Wednesday, April 7, 2004

When I Grow Up...

I haven't posted a silly story from my childhood in awhile.  Here's a quick one.

For years, my parents had a good laugh over the time when my small, quiet, girly, five-year-old (or so) self announced (in public, it's always in public), "When I grow up, I want to be a truck driver."

I'm not sure if they ever realized how this came about.

As a kid, I was pretty much always the quiet, nerdy type (complete with stereotypical eyeglasses).  So my folks thought I'd grow up to be something cool and white-collar nerdy:  an engineer.  And once or twice, they joked about it, "Oh, I'm sure she's going to grow up to be an engineer, right?"

Thing is, when you're a kid, the only kind of engineer you've heard of is the guy in the little red overalls who makes the locomotive go.  (I mean, there's no Little Golden Book called, "The Technical Blueprint That Could," now, is there?)  So, if they said I was gonna be an engineer, I was going to be something even MORE impressive.  And what's better than the guy who drives a train?

Right.

1 comment:

annalisa135 said...

LOL!