Dream Large: No Expirations — No Size Limits
Go ahead, fling open the cage door to your dreams!
Intro
It’s okay to dream big.
Can you tell I’m convincing myself of that?
I believe that for others but have a problem owning those words for myself.
I don’t know why.
My Dream Adventure
As a child, I coveted the set of Mark Twain books that lived on our bookshelf alongside a dictionary and a 1958 set of encyclopedias. I’d read the adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, longing to be a great storyteller someday. I scratched out a few stories with a No. 2 pencil, on notebook paper, I kept inside my Pee Chee writing folder.
Next to the bookshelf was a phonograph that played 78 records like Sioux City Sue, Red River Valley, and my favorite, I Love Paris. Oh, how those old songs made my dreams soar. No matter that I never owned a pair of tap shoes, I believed my self-taught, free-style tap dancing would someday take place on the Ed Sullivan Show.
Likewise, I was certain I’d be starring in a romantic comedy alongside Cary Grant on our black-and-white, 12-inch television screen.
I had no doubts.
