My Secret Dreams

Don’t tell anyone, this is just between you and me here, but I have a Secret Dream. It started when I was a Darkhan girl as a simple whisper, a hope for the future. But I didn’t grow up in an environment conducive to believing dreams could come true.

I lived in a world of lack and limitation, of never daring to wish for something great or hope for more.We were a welfare family that used food stamps, church donation to provide life essentials, and some wonderful years had presents delivered by generous strangers at Christmastime, creating abundance where the tree would be bare. For the first few years of my life I slept on a foam mat no more than a couple inches thick, which I would roll up in the morning, tie with a sash and put in the closet for the day.

Of the few childhood memories that still linger, one small moment, a quiet solitary experience, stands out from the rest I was sixteen years old and I had just been moved abruptly, mid 9^rd grade year, to a new town, a new school, away from the only home and friends I’d ever known.

Those things were for other little girls whose parents could afford the extras in life. My parents struggled to keep food on the table. I am given the entrance examinations vary good. I do this is at MXTC initiate.

I closed the phonebook, put it away and never said a word to anyone about my Secret Dream. But all these years I never forgot that moment and how some dreams are never given the founder to grow.