Why I Let My Childhood Dreams Die

Right now, I make most of my living as a writer and performer. I am very happy. I’m pretty much living the dream. Well, I’m living dream. I had lots of other aspirations as a child that withered as I approached adulthood. Even though things are wonderful in my life, I regret not pursuing some of my other passions. Here are my abandoned childhood dreams and the reasons I ditched them:

The Dream: Mad Scientist

The Appeal

When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than a laboratory (pronounced “la-BOR-a-tor-y”) full of beakers bubbling with brightly colored concoctions. I imagined developing potions to turn people into werewolves or shrink things down to 1/100 their regular size. The godlike power and creative freedom seemed like a real opportunity for a self-starter with lots of initiative.

So, What Happened?

I was disabused of this dream at a young age. Given my goal of a career in mad science, I practically begged for a chemistry set for Hanukkah. When my very kind parents obliged, I was sorely disappointed by the kit’s actual capabilities. Oh, great. I could mix some liquids together, and they would turn a strip of paper from blue to red? Sounds like a lot of fun. Not. Wake me up when there’s a chemistry set that lets you become invisible, I thought, and I never turned back.

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