When I was 5, I wanted to be a garbage truck driver.
My mom spent hours putting me to bed.
When I was 11, I wanted to be a movie director.
My mom warned me about cocaine and spray tan.
When I was 17, I wanted to be an engineer.
My mom cried with joy.
When I was 23, I wanted to be an art director.
My mom didn't talk to me for a month.