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When I Grow Up

(4th Grade. Thanks to Dr. Stringfellow, my orthodontist.)
Growing up, I wanted to be several things. A doctor. A journalist. A singer. (Look, that was when I was a little kid.) A photographer. A nurse. A teacher. (I'm glad that passed). A magazin…

(4th Grade. Thanks to Dr. Stringfellow, my orthodontist.)

Growing up, I wanted to be several things. A doctor. A journalist. A singer. (Look, that was when I was a little kid.) A photographer. A nurse. A teacher. (I'm glad that passed). A magazine editor. I'm sure there were more. 

I never wanted to be a cop or a fireman, and despite by dad's best efforts, I never wanted to be an engineer.

And do you know what else? I never wanted to be a secretary.

That I know for sure.

 

I'll Be Home For Breakfast

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