Everyone has a dream. I’m not exceptional.
When we are small, we always want to be an adult as soon as possible.
We want to have our own houses; we want to have our own cars.
We want to control everything, just want a life that is completely belong to our own.
Children always adore adults’ lives.
But they don’t know is, how difficult an adult’s life is.
I still remember, it’s a Christmas morning.
When I woke up, I saw something right above the shelf.
It’s a candy bar set. Around the cadies, are lots of lights twinkling like stars.
I was pleasantly surprised, and woke up quickly to tell my mom that Santa clause gave me a big gift.
My mom congratulated me that this year I’m a good girl so that Santa clause would like to treat me.
That day, I had a wonderful time and what full of happiness is my heart.
Time passed, I grew up with a high speed. Now, I’m in university.
There’s no more Christmas gift lying on the shelf.
And there’s no believe like Santa Clause or other fairy tales.
I know, it’s a pity. But, it’s a truth. No matter I have to face it.
When we’re all old enough, we‘ll discover, beautiful stories sometimes are fake.
Children have the clearest and purest hearts.
And they deserve to have a dream, anytime, anyhow.
Who makes the dream much more beautiful is adult.
Until I grew up, I know my mom did a lot when the Christmas came.
She woke up early to find a big gift, and then put it near my bed, trying not to disturb me, not to disturb my dream, and to come true a dream in reality.
I felt bad when I knew there’s no Santa Clause.
I cried a lot, but I didn’t know to console my mom then.
I believe, they are as same disappointed as me.
My parents made a lot for me, because they’re adults, they can make everything.
That’s why when I was small, I always want to be an adult, want to be a person that can create dreams, create surprises.
I do like to be an adult. But I believe it’s better to be a child.
Sometimes I miss my toys, even I went to some stores, try to get them back.
But it’s different, I still play toys, but it’s different the way we play.
Growing up is not a bad thing, I even appreciate it.
Though I know there’s so much worries, so much challenges during an adult’s way.
But if we make it into a test, a trial.
The attitude changes, then the thinking will change.
I adore adult’s life, but I can’t imagine I’m an adult now.
I like smiles that children give, and their laughter.
I know if someday I have children, I will still let them have dreams.
The dreams they deserve, the dream that I still could possess.
