What I wanted to be when I grow up ...
Year 32
My childhood was not easy for me...
Due to this and that and a lot of the other I was born missing almost the entirety of my large intestine, and with my bowel wired backwards into my bladder. To cut a Long story short, after being told I'd live for a month or less and after dying three times, growing up was mostly a case of taking one day at a time.
With a father in the armed forces, my growing up was split between army bases throughout Germany and England, and a tiny village deep in the heart of the Shropshire countryside. As such (and with all the aspirations of a stereotypical boy) my hopes for future employment were full of the usual. Soldier, Vet, Race Car Driver, rock star, actor, and of course footballer (not necessarily in that order!)
School further fostered a love of both the arts, and computing where I started my programming experience on an ancient BBC Micro, and an Amstrad CPC 464. Excel followed and when in college (after A-levels in the performing arts) on to Visual Basic 6. Not the most coherent of education plans, and in fact not the most planned of plans, but somehow amid all the different threads a passion for software and computing held strong.
I was a passable footballer in my youth, but nothing amazing (I might have got away with playing for a Sunday League team such as Arsenal). An exceedingly short stint in the Territorial Army (before having to tell them about my health issues) was enjoyable. Rock star and actor, though probably the closest of my childhood dreams, was always knocked out of reach by being just a little tone deaf and hammy acting.
Truth be told though, I'm still not entirely sure what I want to be when I grow up... But I'll be sure to let you know before I do.
Jon Mapp
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