'When I grow up...'

When were little the world is our oyster, we can decide to be whatever we want to be and not worry about it. Whether it be Actress , Teacher, Astronaut, Train Driver, bin man (if your my mother) or even a nurse that drives a tank (That one I have to admit is me, but points if you can guess who everyone else's is).

It wasn't until I was a little bit older (about 3) and not sat on a soldiers lap at an army base open day that I decided I wanted to be a writer. Sadly three year old's aren't the best at pronunciation and I asked my mum if I could become an orphan. Mother promptly replied 'Well that can be arranged' with only the slightest snigger. Thankfully even a three year old me realised that wasn't the right answer. 'No mummy I want to write books'

Seems to me I haven't stopped writing since. Some dreams change, the 'actress' is now studying biology and the 'astronaut' studies rocks and pots. I think the 'train driver' still wishes he could be at times, but lord knows my mum really doesn't want to be a bin man any more!

It get's me thinking about what's possible, the 'teacher' is bang on course to get what they want. My dream as a writer seems clearer studying writer but others won't be so lucky.

If I hadn't been brought up so stringently by my mother I could easily have ended up a teenage mum or lacking A levels like so many girls all over the country.

I guess the difference between me and them is I have the inspiration and the determination, and my mum kicking my ass the whole way. 'Have you brushed your teeth?' 'Do your homework' 'Always use a condom!!' (usually followed by a loud squealing as I hide under the duvet trying not to hear her).

Thanks mum :) and to all those who wanted to be Astronauts , ballerinas or fireman rock on! Our dreams may change as we get older but I still get to giggle at the idea of Kat tearing off her spaceman helmet and moaning its messed up her hair!