I remember once saying I wanted to grow up to be a teacher. My second grade teacher was asking and what I meant to say was that I didn’t know. That being a teacher seemed like the right answer, when it was a teacher who was asking. That I didn’t want to commit myself, not this early, not ever. That the question alone frightened me. That being a grownup seemed like a sad way to live.
It seems to be true that being an adult means a person has to give up more than she takes. A person can’t do everything she wants to do unless she is born with a small imagination and few dreams. How do you know you’ve made the right choice?
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