Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up? Depending on the day of the week, I wanted to be either an astronaut, a ballerina, or a famous author, like Dr. Seuss. An elementary teacher told me only men could become astronauts, so that was out, and since I was never allowed to take ballet classes, that one got scratched.
Occasionally I do still pretend to be both an astronaut and a ballerina, though. Sometimes simultaneously. It’s great fun, and when one is weightless, ballet is much easier.
And now, I’m an author, but hardly famous. At least not in the real world.