When I grow up I want to be a Primary School Teacher...
Showing children the way through their early years and helping to shape them into the adults of the future. I've always said I would go to uni and study Primary School Teaching - its something I've wanted to do since I was in Primary School myself. Mrs Norcross is the main reason I want to be a Primary School Teacher, she was my favourite teacher and I've never met one like her since.
When I grow up I want to own an Ice Cream Parlour...
Serving tasty cool treats, banana splits with three different types of icecream, topped with cherries, drizzled in chocolate sauce and lightly sprinkled with icing sugar...
Or Knickerbocker Glories that take two people to finish them with jelly and fruit and at least four scoops of icecream and cream with strawberry or chocolate sauce topped with a glace cherry and a waffle flake in a sundae bowl big enough to hold a large bunch of flowers...
Serving hot chocolate and coffee with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream - enough to melt into the hot drink and swirl through the creamy foam...
Single, double and triple scoops of ice cream towering dangerously in their cones and drizzled with sauce and toppings...
When I grow up I want to own a sweet shop...
Brightly coloured sweets glistening in their glass jars lined along the shelves of the huge welsh dressers behind the long shining counter, with swirly lollipops glinting in the sunlight on the top next to pair of old fashioned weighing scales with a bowl hanging off of silver chains. Piles of paper bags ready to wrap the handful of sweets and to be carried away to be savoured...
When I grow up I want to have a job that I will earn enough for my keep at home, run my car, and pay for everything else too, a job that I enjoy and am willing to go to everyday and work hard at...
Instead of having to give up the part-time job I'd come to really quite enjoy and the recent bar work I was slowly starting to like for a job in a supermarket mindlessly stacking shelves or pushing other peoples shopping through a till and having to pretend that you enjoy working for a faceless multi-billion pound business that knows it can find another hundred just-out-of-college-gap-year-students just around the corner. Or for a job that I have no interest in, a job that while it might pay the bills inspires no interest in me at all, especially when I don't know what I want to do with my life at all.
But then again a proper job at all would be useful... "Check with the supermarkets" my parents tell me "they're always after more people" no jobs found... "The postman tells me they're hiring at the moment - try them" no jobs found...
When I grow up I want a job
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