It’s funny that some dreams do come true. You think of a certain thing, say maybe when you’re a child. That it would be great to travel some day to
You wonder how it would feel to walk on the same stones Tutankhamen once walked on, or how it would feel to sail along the
But you’re a child and being a child means you don’t have the power to make dreams come true. You know that, you stop dreaming, and you concentrate on growing up. You want to forget the impossible and you go to school to get wise thoughts instead of dreams into your head. Then, one day, you realize that you’ve grown up, you’ve become an adult and you can start to fulfil your dreams.
Then, one day, you realize that you’ve grown up, you’ve become an adult and you can start to fulfil your dreams.
(because, really…you hadn’t forgotten your dreams, they were just put aside for some time, and although you didn’t become an archaeologist, you could always find other treasures…)