When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was five years old, I wanted to become a teacher.
Not because I knew what a career meant, but because that was the only role I saw every day. The classroom, the blackboard, the chalk in hand, and that small stick the teacher carried — it all looked so important to me.
At that age, we don’t really understand big words like doctor or engineer. We often repeat them because someone tells us. But what we truly connect with is what we see closely.
For me, it was the teacher standing in front of the class, writing on the board, guiding everyone. It felt simple, visible, and meaningful.
Sometimes our earliest dreams are shaped not by ambition, but by familiarity. We grow up wanting to become what we quietly observe.
And at five, the world I knew was small — and in that small world, being a teacher felt like everything.