- A giant yacht with a custom built rotating shoe organizer.
- A waterbed.
- A stone sculpture of Prince Eric. Or at least a seashell possessing Ariel's singing voice.
- 4-8 go karts.
- Labyrinth underground tunnel connecting mine and my best friend's house. I think I still have the drawing plans somewhere.
- A dog. Any dog.
- Every ladylike item in the 1992 Spiegel catalog.
- A pool (below ground - no offense mom and dad) filled with chocolate milk.
- A room constructed and containing only legos. All legos, all the time.
- Hollwood Hair.
- According to my teddy bear themed "School Days" scrap book, an illustrious career as: a flight attendant, a photographer, or an author. Okay, I said model too. But that was FIRST GRADE.
- A car. Any car.
- A pantry filled floor to ceiling with Little Debbie products. Awkward side note: when I went to google image search "little debbie", "little debbie star crunch" was already in my search cache. That's not embarrassing.
- Lots of trophies, 3 pulitzers, and a few platinum albums for alto saxophone recordings.
- A robotic, crying maid. Or at least an obnoxious male housekeeper.
- Multiple marriage proposals. Preferably from Luke Perry, David Lascher, Jonathan Brandis, anyone in the Navy's top school for air combat training, or a seasonal dance instructor at a catskills summer resort.
