They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said an Astronaut. They smiled and said that's cute.
I was 6 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Marine Biologist. They laughed and said you'll need to work hard dear.
I was 9 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be  when I grow up, and I said an Architect. They smirked and said oh really, that seems pretty far.
I was 12 then.
They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Writer. They looked at me and said sweetie you'll never make good money there.
I was 15 then.
If I can't aspire to be what I want to be when I grow up then why bother to grow up at all?