When I was 7 I wanted to be an archaeologist specializing in bronze-age Scandinavia. I wanted to bring the dead to life with their voices speaking through my throat. I wanted to touch bog mummies and golden trinkets and speak Danish and read runes and live someplace that had vehicles that traveled over both land and water. This was what I wanted to be when I grew up from the time I was 4 (though I didn’t add the Scandinavian/bog mummy part till around age 6) to the time I was 24. I am NOTHING if not stubborn. Even when I was attending school on a music scholarship, even when music consumed all my free time and ambition, I STILL wanted to be an archaeologist when I grew up.