When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was five, I probably didn’t have a carefully mapped-out career strategy, a five-year plan, or a LinkedIn profile (shocking, I know). What I had instead was a TV, an imagination, and the absolute certainty that adults were missing a trick.

Because obviously… I wanted to be in The A-Team.

Not “like” them. Not “inspired by” them. No—in the team. Driving the van, welding something together out of scrap in a barn, and emerging ten minutes later with a fully operational, physics-defying contraption. That seemed like a perfectly reasonable life goal.

Looking back now, it says a lot.

It wasn’t about fame or money. It was about belonging to something—your people, your crew. A band of misfits who somehow made things work, usually with duct tape, bad plans, and sheer stubbornness. There’s something in that which sticks, even decades later.

As a kid, you don’t overthink it. You don’t worry about qualifications or whether you’ve got the “right experience.” You just see something that feels right and go, “Yeah… that. I’ll have that.”

And maybe that’s the point.

Because while I never quite made it onto The A-Team (still waiting for the call, by the way), bits of that idea carried on. The tinkering. The creativity. The slightly chaotic “let’s see if this works” approach to life. 

Turns out, you don’t need the van or Mr. T’s jewellery to live a version of it.

You just need a bit of imagination… and maybe a shed to build things in.

Stay safe,
BC