When I was growing up, I used to say I’d be a veterinary doctor, simple because I loved animals so much that seeing them in pain would make me shed tears. As I grew up into adulthood I realized that there is a difference between doing something because you like it and doing something because you have a passion for it. I discovered I really did not have a passion for the practice, though I was passionate about the animals. In the end, though I never became a veterinary doctor, my love for animals is still intact.

When I was growing up, among the many things I wanted to be was a pilot. Why, because I used to find planes fascinating. I still do and I'm not ashamed to admit it. This therefore means that I get overly excited any time I board a plane, and for me, the bigger the bird and longer the journey, the greater the enjoyment. I know by now those who suffer from aerophobia (the fear of flying) must be thinking I'm crazy, but then again, when don’t they ever think I am?