When I Grow Up
I have been thinking about what I’d like to be when I grow up.
There are so many choices.
I could be a principal like my father.
I could be a teacher.
I like animals.
Maybe I should be a veterinarian.
My cat just went to the veterinarian to get her shots.
I don’t think my cat was too happy to be there.
I could be a farmer and grow vegetables.
Maybe I could be a doctor and cure people.
If I was good enough, I could be a famous sports person or a singer.
I could be an actor on television or in the movies.
Maybe I would like to be a policeman or a fireman.
I could rescue people.
I can play the piano.
Maybe I should be a musician.
I could be a lawyer.
I sometimes watch shows about lawyers defending people.
Lawyers have to be able to speak well.
I could be a carpenter and work with wood, or I could be a welder and work with metal.
There are just so many jobs.
I could work in a restaurant.
I could cook food, or I could serve food.
I could be an airline pilot or the captain of a ship.
I could be a repairman or an artist.
The world is full of jobs.
Some of the jobs require a lot of education.
Some require a little bit of training, and some require a lot of training.
It’s all up to me.
I can be whatever I want to be.