My dreams, for the most part, did not translate to later reality.
The astronaut dream met a quick and relatively painless demise. I found out that there is a test that potential astronauts have to take. It involves getting spun very quickly in something that resembles a centrifuge. You sit in it and it spins like an out-of-control amusement park ride. If you “toss your cookies,” you are disqualified. I tend to get motion sickness. According to MedicineNet.com, motion sickness is the feeling that you get when “the motion that you sense with your inner ears is different from the motion you visualize.” Your brain is receiving mixed signals from your ears and your eyes and that queasy feeling is the result. Later, I found out that, even if I could pass the centrifuge test without ruining the ride for everyone else, I would have been disqualified for poor eyesight.
So, I became a Trekkie instead. If I couldn’t be in outer space, at least, I could enjoy watching it on TV.
Astronomer: Alas, that did not work out, either, because astronomers have to be really good at… math! (my worst subject in school!). That dream ended fairly abruptly in high school. I still love to watch the stars. I can hardly wait for tomorrow, when the supermoon will rise.
I wanted to be "just like Lois Lane" when I was a girl. If not that, a writer. I became neither. In fact, what I did become was part of a profession that I did not know anything about growing up. Surprise, surprise, surprise!
I always wanted to be a teacher from the time I was old enough to realize I had to grow up to be something. I was a teacher for 38 years, and am now retired. I was fortunate enough to spend my career as my first and only choice.