When you were a kid, what were some of the sillier things you wanted to be when you grew up?

A safari guide in Africa but I came to my senses and became an artist. XD

When I was really little, I apparently told my mum I wanted to stroke dogs for a job when I grow up.
Later on, things ramped up a tad & I decided I wanted to be a stuntman.
I tested myself by jumping off buildings, local schools mostly.
Even tried to get myself run over by a horse, but it missed.
Finally I chose a pro footballer, but alas, as good as I was, I didn’t quite make the grade.

A secret agent.drive fast cars, fight ,and shoot all kinds of guns.

I wasn’t super imaginative. First I wanted to be a Paramedic (thanks to the TV Show “Emergency”). By third grade, I wanted to be an artist.

I ended up becoming an artist.

A CEO of Mattel or whomever owns Dungeons and Dragons.

A jockey cuz I was short haha.

@Yellowdog “some of the sillier things”

An accountant.

A magic blue fairy who would fill a poor family’s house with canned goods.

I wanted to work the soda fountain at the drug store. What could be more fun?

I wanted to be mundane things like a neurosurgeon or an anesthesiologist.

Though I used to babysit a kid who wanted to be a Christmas tree when they grew up.

I wanted to be a vet because I didn’t want any animal to hurt. The reality turned out to be that I couldn’t cut on any animal even IF it would help them in the end. I freaked when they handed me my first frog to dissect in Biology!!!

While still living on my Gramp’s farm, he had a huge oil drum that fed to his chicken house for heat. Well, that oil drum was my horse & I was Dale Evans or sometimes Annie Oakley!!! We were way out in the country & there weren’t many kids to play with so I had to use my imagination.

Dead.

NO NO @ragingloli that is the end goal, not what you want to be when you grow up.

For a while I didn’t care what I was when I grew up, so long as it got me famous and the chance to meet Johnny Carson. Before five I wanted to either play flute, or harp.
Somewhere around ten I hoped that if reincarnation were a thing I wanted to be either a dolphin or a black jag.
Not the car, silly, the cat.
Oh yeah, for a while I wanted to be a hippie and chain myself to something for a major cause.

I was going to own a few members of every species on this planet. I had it all planned out. The biggest obstacle I was aware of was how to feed the lions, but eventually I came up with an ingenious automatic feeding tube.

People never believed me when I would reply “I don’t know”. I grew so tired of the question that I finally fell back reliably on the answer “who wants to grow up?” THAT one was nearly always a hit with the reaction confirming what I suspected about adulthood. My childhood was unbelievably idyllic. It afforded me the luxury of noticing the minefield of miseries and travails confronting those not shielded by caring and adoring parents.

@longgone…henceforth you shall be known as “Noah.” Bless you my child!

When my son was about 6 he was really starting to hit his stride with smart ass comebacks.
I asked what he wanted to be when he grew up.
He said “Myself only bigger.”
He continues to slay me to this day. He’s 32.

@longgone I should think the big obstacle would be in WHAT to feed the lions.

The same conundrum that Noah faced as he herded the sheep on the ark.

Actually, he loaded forty bunnies, thirty eight female, and two male. When predators got anxious he tossed them a bunny. They multiply quickly, so their numbers increased accordingly.

I wonder how he repopulated the world with 2 male lions