I never wished to appear naked in a calendar.
I never wished to be a hero.
I never wished to be a fireman.
I first read Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury, when I was thirteen-year-old. So being a fireman meant to be an enemy of books, an enemy of knowledge, an enemy of mankind.
Anyway, I never liked that warning on the wall:
"Uso exclusivo bomberos"