It’s what I wanted to be for a while. A teacher.
I used to play in our basement, teaching invisible children. My sister never wanted to play school with me. 😛
I’d use my school books and paper. I’d make up names for my students – they were always normal names.
I imagined a chalkboard and desks and cupboards and coat hooks and everything else. I’d pretend hang their A+ work on the wall.
But now? I couldn’t deal with a bunch of brats who think the world revolves around them because their parents have made them believe it.
What did you want to be?