At age 5, I never even considered what I wanted to be when I grew up. At 65, I'm still waiting to grow up. In reality, I have no 5-year-old memories, except sitting on the front row in church chewing bubble gum and getting it all over my face, and having my dad march up to tow me outside. I can only guess what happened there, for, as soon as I was through the door, my memory of the event stops.