I wanted to be a physicist when I was 6. I also been very fascinated by machines and mechanisms. My grandpa was giving me strange mechanical things, stolen from a job he partook in, and I loved to break them down into spare parts and assist him in building stuff. I loved to pretend I'm a chemist by mixing some random garbage I found scouring a local sandbox and a beach shore, while laughing hysterically during my "experiments".
Some people are managing to preserve their inner child and do stuff they want to do with great enthusiasm; I didn't and don't. Some might say that, well everything is in your hands and the world is yours (God I hate those lyrics). Why then people choose to suffer if they don't want to suffer is beyond me. Are our hands even ours, if that is true?