When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was five I truly believed I was going to be a veterinarian. At the time, the only pets I had been allowed to have were fish and I was absolutely in love with the idea of having a dog or cat. I have a picture somewhere I had to draw in kindergarten of what I was going to be in the future. I was a veterinarian wearing a white lab coat with a dog and cat on a counter next to me.

At around the age of ten to twelve, I realized I could not handle that as a job. I had a dog for a few years and she cried whenever we had to take her to the vet. I felt so bad for her. Then I was home alone with my younger brother when he lost a tooth. There was blood everywhere for some reason. I will never understand why there was so much blood since it fell out, not forced out or anything. I wanted to pass out. It made me physically ill.

Realized that day that being a veterinarian was never going to work out for me.