The morning sun..Has yet to come as I sit here deep in the dark..Yet..All I hear is her voice..The one who has spoken into my heart..Who’s words..Are etched in the depths of my soul..For eternity beyond all the lifetimes yet to come..
When I was 10, I wanted to be a great many things, A fireman to save people and a cop to protect those I cared about. These were all motivated from living in Iquique, Chile back in the early days when poverty and petty crime was rampant.
I do miss it a lot though, the simple life of the wonder years. How about you? what did you want to be at the tender age of 10? 🙂