When I was about seven or eight I remember telling my parents that I wanted to be either a bank manager or a drummer when I grew up. They thought this was very funny and proceeded to make jokes about how I could give them interest free loans when I became a bank manager. Being under the age of ten and not that knowledgeable about financial matters other than the cost of Chop bars I didn’t find the idea of interest free loans quite as hilarious as my parents did. I’m still not sure why I wanted to be a bank manager or what put the idea into my head. It’s much easier to see why a seven or eight year old would find the idea of being a drummer appealing. Being allowed to bang loudly on drums and make a lot of noise while being paid to do so would be a dream come true.
If I won a substantial amount of money and had a spare room, I’d sound proof the room and buy a big drum kit. Then I wouldn’t care how much noise I made. Unfortunately I doubt I’d ever make it as a drummer due to my dodgy sense of rhythm and the fact that I haven’t played the drums since I was three! Even though I have a job, which is sadly closer to being a bank manager than a drummer, I still don’t feel grown up. I wonder if you reach a point in your life when you suddenly feel like a grown up or if it’s more that you occasionally feel grown up but more often than not you feel like a kid?
When I was about seven or eight I remember telling my parents that I wanted to be either a bank manager or a drummer when I grew up. They thought this was very funny and proceeded to make jokes about how I could give them interest free loans when I became a bank manager. Being under the age of ten and not that knowledgeable about financial matters other than the cost of Chop bars I didn’t find the idea of interest free loans quite as hilarious as my parents did. I’m still not sure why I wanted to be a bank manager or what put the idea into my head. It’s much easier to see why a seven or eight year old would find the idea of being a drummer appealing. Being allowed to bang loudly on drums and make a lot of noise while being paid to do so would be a dream come true.
If I won a substantial amount of money and had a spare room, I’d sound proof the room and buy a big drum kit. Then I wouldn’t care how much noise I made. Unfortunately I doubt I’d ever make it as a drummer due to my dodgy sense of rhythm and the fact that I haven’t played the drums since I was three! Even though I have a job, which is sadly closer to being a bank manager than a drummer, I still don’t feel grown up. I wonder if you reach a point in your life when you suddenly feel like a grown up or if it’s more that you occasionally feel grown up but more often than not you feel like a kid?
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