I do not remember much of my younger years but the little I do remember sticks with me like spilled paste. One of the fondest I got I remembered during my flight from Manila to Cebu when I was going to Palawan.
Looking out the window, I remembered telling myself when I was a little kid that when I grow up, I would ride a plane and when it is high up in the sky I would stick my hand out of the window and grab me one fluffy cloud for me to keep.
Thinking about it now made me recall another dream of mine, this one I had when I was in high school. I remember somebody asking me about what I wanted to do with my life and my answer was, “I want to be able to lay on the clouds and just do nothing each day but rest.” Now I think that’s not a bad dream at all.
Thinking about all these made me realize that some childhood dreams we do not really reach, and some do change over time, but one way or the other, if we really think about it, our childhood dreams we still have somewhere inside, and some, without even realizing it, we have already achieved.