I wasn't cut out to work with kids. I'm no good in the female-dominated world of childcare. It was rather disheartening to see how they treat the kids, but what do I know? They're the professionals, I'm just the caring young man. The children would have eaten me alive.
I'm too nice. I can't yell at kids. That's the personality issue that can not be undone. I am too patient to work with kids, too passive. I can't adequately take out my personal frustrations on a kid. Therefore, I'm no good in that line of work.
Adults thrive on keeping children living under their thumb, which is probably why I was so unsuccessful at passing myself off as an adult.
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