Some teenagers dream of being a singing sensation, or an Olympic athlete, or joining the peace corp.
My dream wasn't that ambitious. Mine was to be able to make a simple purchase some day. I had a picture of a red BMW convertible hanging on my bedroom wall. I don't know why I was drawn to that car - through much of high school I had no concept of brands or labels (in fact I could never fit into a real pair of Calvin's when they were popular), but I loved the little round headlights on that baby.
Twenty-four years later and I finally jumped feet first and made my dream a reality. Seems silly - unless you were that kid with the picture hanging on your wall. It may not be red, or a convertible, but it made my hands sweat when I drove it and gives me butterflies when I think about picking it up in a couple of days.
My other dream - of having a happy, loving marriage and family with two kids - that was my real ambitious goal and that worked out great.
Say hello to my little friend: