When I was a kid I thought it'd be cool to be an archaeologist. I used to pour through my national geographic magazines and wonder at all the places to see in the world. Now all I think is, while it may not stink, I know what that "mud" was made of.
The ultimate in recycling.
If it isn't infectious, I don't worry about it.
You know the definition of an anthropologist? An otherwise normal human being who doesn't believe in the germ theory of disease.
Me too. Then I turned 16 and found out that you actually had to get dirty looking for stuff, and the profession lost its appeal. You know, I had imagined myself finding Egyptian relics while wearing white Capri pants and thong sandals! Furthermore, logic set in and I decided that all the "good" stuff had already been discovered. Little did I imagine about what wonderful tools we would invent in order to delve further and further into past civilizations.