The Oldest Dreams I've Ever Had Since the Beginning of Time

The Oldest Dreams I've Ever Had Since the Beginning of Time

I wanted to be a famous writer (not anymore. not one bit)

I wanted to have red hair, a turned-up nose, and freckles. I also wanted two big front teeth.

I wanted to be "Babes in Toyland"

I wanted to always wear my hair in pigtails (pigtails in my family were two braids on the side of your head; you know, like Dorothy)

I wanted to be in a school play (never happened, not in grade school it didn't)

I wanted to be the fastest runner in school (I was, for a while)

I wanted to be liked by boys

I wanted to be - and was to some extent - a tomboy

I wanted to be Anne of Green Gables

I wanted to be the funniest girl on the coldesac

I wanted to make my Mom laugh

I wanted to live in an old cottage in the english countryside that resembled a Beatrix Potter illustration

I wanted to be like my brothers

I wanted to be like my cousin, Allison

I wanted to have my dog by my side

I wanted an overnight job in a factory for a bit

I wanted to be the poor flute-playing girl with braids we passed on the street that day

I wanted to make my Dad proud

I wanted to get married when I was maybe 30

I wanted to travel the world

I wanted to be beautiful, but in an unconventional way

I wanted to learn about Eastern cultures

I wanted to live in a different time

I wanted to be in movies, crying about something or other

I wanted to be skinny

I wanted to eat lots of chocolate and Little Caesar's Pizza

*I wanted to have a pen pal

I wanted to speak with an English accent

I wanted to have imaginary friends, but I just never really believed in them. Always wanted to, though

I wanted to sing

I wanted the lazor tag guns to work for me, just once

*(I did, for nearly a year. She lived in New Zealand and her name was Jacqueline. But I out-wrote her, and she grew weary of me. My Dad told me he thought this might be due to the fact that her penmanship was so exuberantly perfect ,that she didn't have the time nor the energy to write more substance. This might be why I choose to write sloppily most of the time. Jacqueline lived on an orchard and her favorite "colours" were blue and black, "which sounds odd, but together they're great" - as evidenced by her clever sweater vest layering technique she showcased in her school photos).