Well as a little girl, my dream job was to be a writer. Anything to do with books. I loved every aspect of them, had a brilliant imagination as well. When i hung out with my friends around the cul-de-sac, I would come up with elaborate tales of how we would act and what we would do, like they were my actors playing out what was in my mind. Though of course none of the things in my mind could be made into a definite reality at that moment, it was like i was wearing "rose-colored glasses". I could "see" what my imagination was portraying. If i wanted us to be riding on dinosaurs or flying through the sky, it would appear that way. Almost like day-dreaming, but a tad more real.
I also wanted to be a vet, because i loved animals and thought that animals would love me. The sad reality of being a vet came when i was in the 5th grade, and my dog was put to sleep without me knowing, and the vet had done it. I couldnt grasp the concept of being a vet anymore. It left me cold and dead inside. And my dog haunted my dreams from that point on.
I havent accomplished nearly anything from the dreams of my childhood, somewhere along the way i lost myself. I was childish as a child, and wanted to believe i could hide behind illusions while my real world crumbled around me, but can you blame me? That life is in my past, yet it still haunts me to this day, i cant recall most of it, mainly because i blocked so much out, but somewhere in my subconscious it is still alive and kicking, waiting for me to remember and torment me again.