My mother used to tell this story a lot. I have a vague memory of it happening, but it might be partly due to her telling me about it rather than a genuine memory, you know? I’m not sure how old I was when this happened, but let’s just say I was five and go with it.
I had my eyes checked at an eye doctor’s office. I don’t remember why. It was years before I would need reading glasses. I was really impressed with all of the equipment. It led to me being a little fascinated with eye doctors. I was also a little kid so I was fascinated with the usual little kid stuff. For whatever reason I blurted out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Was I asked about it? Did I just come out with it on my own? No idea. Whatever it was, I told my mother that I wanted to be an eye doctor during the week, but then drive a garbage truck on the weekends for extra money.
You know, like you do.
At other times I wanted to be an astronaut, a fireman, a policeman, a long haul trucker, a Jedi Knight. You know, the usual stuff. No plan was better than an eye doctor and a garbage truck driver on the side though. That plan was aces.
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