Isn't it wonderful how dreams can change so seamlessly. Usually it's in hindsight we remember what we were and what we've become.

When I was a little kid I played with my Barbies and played house, made mud pie and acorn stew. I thought I would never be 5 feet tall (and along with that thought I could be a professional jockey) and that all 18 year old girls actually looked like Barbie and went to the prom in a limo.

Now I wonder why I had those thoughts and dreams, how they've changed and how my home isn't the archetype, but it is absolutely heaven. I surpassed 60 inches when I was in junior high, maintained my brown hair and less curvaceous figure, and went to my junior prom with a guy who had a crush on my best friend. I totally skipped out on senior prom.
It all looks so different in the distance.