I had a simple dream when I was young – to be famous. How? I would be a singer. I had a good voice (I still do) and I loved to perform. As a child, I’d be asked by my mom, or my grandmother, to sing to impress their amigas. I’d oblige without batting an eyelash. My brother and I would play a cassette (yes, I know, it’s been that long), stand on a bench each, and pretend we held mics as we sang along to the music of ABBA. And we didn’t just sing, We actually imagined we had an audience. Thousands of them whom we would wave to and blow kisses to.
So yes, my dream then was to be a famous singer. I saw myself being interviewed on TV, being ogled at by young aspiring singers. I would talk about my struggles hoping to inspire others to strive for their dreams. Then I’d sign autographs, smile for photo ops, shake hands, offer my cheek to be kissed and the icing on the cake? Get me a super cutie guy for a boyfriend so I would be the envy of more girls aside from them wishing they could sing like me. Har har!
It’s been a long time since I was 12, and I didn’t become a famous singer. However, I did get my dream to become (somewhat) famous – as a novelist. And if I were to put myself in the shoes of my 12-year old self, I believe I’d be happy about me still.
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