My father is a homicide detective, and growing up surrounded by case files and all kinds of criminal fiction it was only natural that I wanted to follow in his footsteps in my early formative years. Of course I had a much more glamourized version of what police work actually entailed, the image of Phillip Marlowe always in my head. As I grew up my interests broadened and I began looking at different prospective careers. The whole police business soon left my mind as I soon grew some sense - the fictionalization of police work interested me a lot more that the actual work, so I thought I might write about it instead. Turns out I wasn't very good at it. I still try to write some fiction nowdays, but mostly as hobby, don't have enough confidente to try and make a career out of it.
Later I fell in love with architecture, mostly through my mother's influence. But alas, even though the drawing part was easy, it was the maths involved that made it a no-no for me.
So it's kind of weird that I ended up following a career that kind of combined detective work, writing and could, in some way, involve the study of architecture: I became an historian and history teacher. Not the dream career I had planned, but I'm perfectly happy with it.