Daily writing prompt

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

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What I remember about that age is the extent to which everything and everyone around me loomed. This did not frighten me, but it did make me impatient to catch up with the rest of the world, which did not seem to be made with me in mind. Counters were unreachable, for one thing. So was the door handle at the kindgarten I attended. After my mother dropped me off and drove away, I would walk to the large door that was the entrance and stand, waiting patiently for someone to come along and open it. It took my mother and the teachers about a week to figure out why I was so frequently late.