Shattered Dreams

Do you ever wonder how you got where you are. All the events that took place to put you in the place you find yourself now. Not just physically, but actually who you are. My daughter had a school assignment the other day. She had to write about her first memory. She’s seven so it wasn’t all that long ago. I started thinking about it though. Can you really pinpoint your first memory. I remember getting this Flintstone car for my birthday when I was three or four. Although I may just remember the picture of me getting the Flintstone car. It’s interesting when you start thinking about your childhood though. I remember I used to love helping my mom bake. Especially Christmas cookies. I loved baking so much that I was the only boy I knew with a kitchen set. Is that weird? I don’t know maybe it is, but I loved it. I was going to grow up and be a baker. All my hopes and dreams were shattered though when I found out how early you had to get up to be a baker.