I remember when I was around 8 or 9 years old, my siblings and I were talking about what we wanted to be when we grew up. My sister wanted to be a model, my older brother wanted to be artist, and my younger brother wanted to be a doctor. When I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be, they told me that I should be a police informant, because I was the worst tattletale they had ever known. I was really hurt by what they said… so I told my mother. In hindsight, my siblings were a lot wiser than I gave them credit for.