I wish I had some aspirations to become something at that age. The earliest I remember is probably 11 or 12 but even then I doubt that I really had a passion for any of the things I mentioned.
I doubt I even understood we had to be something when we grow up. I may have wanted to be a fairy or witch or basically any creature that could do magic. I have very vague memories of my childhood which is very much open to interpretations. It could be cause I never understood the importance of those moments, or could be cause I wanted to forget some memories which were painful or it could be as what I would say now that my “ROM” part of the brain is very limited.
I think at that age all I wanted was to be happy, play with my sister all day and hug my parents and sleep at night. I never had a thought of tomorrow and guess that was the best phase of my life.
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