I must be starting my mid-life crisis early.

When I was 3, I wanted to be 18. I had no idea what I wanted to be, just that I wanted to be 18.

My senior year of high school I thought about being and English Literature teacher at some little college somewhere. That is, if I didn't make it BIG on Broadway first.

Then Wes came into my life and I haven't thought of any of that since. Well, till now.

Ever wonder what would have happened and where we would be now if we had made different decisions?

Everyone, including complete strangers, knew I was leaving my home town before I knew it. I couldn't get a job there because everyone kept saying I wasn't going to be around town long. I didn't get a scholarship for education for the same reason. They told me they didn't believe I would stay in town. (And it was for local school teachers.)

Weird.