Since I have already grown up-yes, it happens-here is my history of choices:

I was going to be a missionary, but I lost my faith.

So, I decided I wanted to be ballerina--until I tripped over my own feet and sprained my ankle.

That left my dream of becoming a chef...but last night I burnt the apartment down-with one pan, a tablespoon of oil and an electric stove.

Fortunately, I have not lost hope--I've decided to become a hitchhiker. Anyone have the Guide to the Galaxy? My copy was turned to ash in the recent fire.