I'm sure you had some bizarre, wacky dreams of what you would become when you 'grew up.'
A cowboy
a doctor,
a ninja,
a movie star,
an astronaut.
For me, I wanted to be a secret agent. Fluent in 10 languages, could see through walls, and would never get hurt, and would always save the day. I knew how to do anything to blend in to any crowd, could talk my way out of any bad situation, and was always one step ahead of my arch rival. A detective at heart, and overall badass mofo.
Can you believe jut how uninhibited we were? Such crazy fantasies that would manifest in our small little minds; infinite potential, infinite creativity, and so much fascination!
Then, as we all know by now, we grew up.
Dreams of epic crime-fighting and treasure hunting became distant memories, only to resurface when thinking about the good ol' days.
Our dreams, so vivid and captivating, became nonsense. I bet most of us laugh when we recant our own dreams when we were young.
Why?
