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

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I seem to remember, and it was a long time ago, that I wanted to be a doctor at five years old, or was it an engineer, or maybe a fireman? Anyway, as I was very wary of the sight of blood, engineering won and I had a fantastic 48 years in engineering. I still mend things now, sometimes I can’t help myself!

When I was five, I had big dreams,
Of saving lives—or so it seems.
A doctor? Yes! That sounded grand,
With stethoscope in my small hand.

But then I saw a paper cut,
And felt my stomach twist and knot.
Blood? No thanks! I turned and fled—
Maybe I’d build cool things instead!

Building planes and rockets too,
Machines that hummed and chimed and flew.
No nasty wounds, no icky gore—
Just nuts and bolts and nothing more.

So here I am, a man of steel,
(Well, more like gears and things that squeal).
I’ll fix the world, no blood in sight—
And that, I think, has worked out right!

As it happens, I never built planes or rockets, but I did become a renowned expert in pumps, pumping technology and fluid dynamics.

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