I honestly did not know what I wanted to be. Maybe a vet. That dream crumbled when I was 17 and applied to do a vet nursing degree. In order to get in, I had to be interviewed with two other people. One of them had grown up on a farm and had their father pass down their knowledge on the subject, while I had grown up poor with a family that largely ignored me. Obviously, they chose the one that had grown up on a farm.

That's when I realised that the whole "free to pursue your happiness" thing was bullshit. What you're born into largely dictates your options.