I wanted to be a witch when I grew up.
Thankfully, my mother asked the right question, "Why?"
Because I wanted to fly on a broom.
She told me there were other ways to fly.
I believed her, so I started eating the wings of fowls at dinner (chicken wings, turkey, pheasant, quail, etc.) It didn't help, but, by the time I realized "What you eat is what you are" isn't necessarily true, I had given up wanting to be a witch. I also moved on to other parts of the bird, and avoid wings all together now. (Not enough meat for the effort. lol)