By Ashley York
As little girls, we played dress up and put on princess dresses, nurse costumes, pretending to be vets, cowgirls, a dog walker, a teacher and anything else we could think of. Somewhere in our minds we had an idea of what we wanted to be when we grew up. When I was in third grade, I was in love with Hillary Duff. Because I adored her so much, I wanted to be a singer. I had it all planned out: I was going to dress just like her and have my own line of clothes at Kohl’s. Since then, of course, my plan has changed. But why do I always have to have a plan?
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