A Childhood Dream Abandoned

When I was a child, my dream was to be an astronaut. It consumed me; I spent hours reading about space missions and building model rockets in my bedroom. But as the years went by, reality set in. By high school, I realized that my vision wasn't just about exploring the cosmos but also about escaping certain truths about my life back on Earth. Now, decades later, I still look up at night, hoping to see stars beyond my reach. It's a quiet reminder of what could have been and how sometimes dreams are abandoned not because we stop wanting them, but because they clash with the world we inhabit.