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Record number fifty seven (57). November fifteen (15), nineteen ninety three (1993). Morning.
Hello, my name is Ryan, I'm eight years old, and I'm confused. Yesterday I had another "father and son" talk, the third this year by the way. First was about girls, second about friends, and now this. I just don't understand why I should be aware of what I want to be in future. And the most strange, that I have to decide now, or it will be to late.
Record number fifty eight. Same day. Afternoon.
I was thinking for five hours about my calling. And I realized that it would be better to make up my mind with such question and the sooner the better. I haven't decided yet, but I've got several options to choose from. First is scientist, second is teacher, and third is autopsist. Main criteria are: interesting or not, social or quiet kind of work, and the last option is salary.
Record number sixty. Evening.
Father told me that such kind of doubts is normal when you trying to manage something that big. Turned out that main purpose of today's talk was not to make me decide right now, but just make my mind remember it, so each time I've faced my fate, I've got right answer to it.
That was all records for November fifteen. One of the most important days of my life.
P.S. Record fifty nine was too personal to mention it.