From People of the Deer by Farley Mowat

"Suppose a youth, a ten-year old boy, decides he will become a great hunter overnight. He is not scolded and sent sulkily to bed for his foolish presumption, nor do his parents condescend to his childish fantasy. Instead his father gravely spends the evening preparing a miniature bow which is not a toy, but an efficient weapon on a reduced scale. The bow is made with love and then it is given to the boy and he sets out to his distant hunting ground--a ridge, perhaps a hundred yards away--with the time-honored words of luck ringing in his ears, which are the same words spoken by the People to their mightiest hunter when he sets out on a two-month trip northward for musk ox. There is no distinction, and this lack of distinction is not a pretense, it is perfectly real. The boy will be a hunter? Very well then, he shall be a hunter--not a boy with a toy bow."

I've always said that if the kids show interest in something I'll support them. When Emma told us at a young age that she wanted to be an archaeologist, we bought every book and toy we could. Now she wants to be a photographer, she got a camera for Christmas. It's hard to predict what our kids are going to be when they grow up, I hope for happiness....and a scholarship.