What do you want to be when you grow up?
The last time I heard that question was when I was a young teen approaching my adolescence. If I remember correctly, the usual answers that I would give ran along the lines of ëfiremaní, ëpolicemaní, ëpilotí and ëastronautí. Those were the dreams I held as a child. The dreams of being weightless in space, the dreams of flying my own fighter place, the dreams of apprehending the desperate thief or the dreams of rescuing the cat from the tree.
But that was a long time ago and my inquiring relatives, realizing that I have already grown up, have learned to ask me the same, old question in a new, revised way. In fact they got so original that now they ask me, ěSo what are you going to do when you graduate?î
© Peters 2000