Me: "My mom always wanted me to be a lawyer - but my dad wanted me to be a UN interpreter. Gift for languages."
docorion: "What did you want to be?"
Me: "A writer."
docorion, hugging me: "And here you are."
Here I am. Looking at being able to treat writing as My Actual Job in the not-too-distant future. :)
And it's true. Well, I wanted to be a ballerina when I was in first, second grade. But I've been writing since fifth grade...