I wanted to be a cowboy. That way I can use my favorite expression and it would ALSO be a pun. "That really chaps my @$$!" Then i would point to legskins and laugh. (insert Brokeback jokes here)
Then i wanted to be a boob inspector. However, that takes a turn when you get married "Status Quo, Status Quo".
Actually, i'm pretty happy where I am. I'll be 25 on Friday with a good executive job..well executive in title anyway (pay, benefits, etc are a bit suspect). I dunno if i want to do this the same way forever, though. My grandfather founded the company, my father and uncle built on it, and i guess it will be up to me let it stagnate, grow, or burn. I've thought about being prudent and keeping growth and risk to a point that we could weather any storm and it would be here for my kids. The other part of me wants to dream it big, franchise it out, and maybe even see it crash and burn or be pecked to pieces by shareholders in another 20 years. 60 or 70 years is a good run. If I am fated to kill the company then I don't want it to droop and die like weed. I want it to explode like beached whale packed with TNT

Then my kids wouldn't have the tempting option of just skating by until they were old enough to go to work for their dad.
Happy birthday, Dave. I hope you grow up to be whatever you want to be.
Jake