Did they come true? I always wanted to act. My only happy memory of secondary school is doing drama in the first year. It’s also the only thing I was ever good at (apart from English literature). Then puberty hit, followed by mental health problems and bullying, and so on, and all that went out the window.
I’m not bitter. My life could have been a thousand times worse. But I often wonder what life might have been like if all those silly daydreams had come true. I wanted to do something creative, live in New York, the usual stuff - if not an actor, then a painter or writer, hanging out with interesting, arty people, etc.