I remember laying in the soft grass of my backyard as a child. I laid there many times upon my favorite torn green quilt and daydreamed. I used to watch the clouds roll by. Clouds of all shapes and thickness. The big fat cumulous clouds hold the best shapes.

I recall dreaming of faraway places and believing wholeheartldly that I could do anything. When I laid there any problems in my world were solvable and minute. It was as if at those times, I found a peace so great that the answers and possibilites all revealed themselves within the changing clouds. The vastness of the world outside my backyard was so fascinating and I would lay there with eagerness to see it all. A hunger to explore and live. I wanted to bring good to the world others told me was so bad.

I've always been a daydreamer. I still at times as an adult find myself aloft in my own thoughts. I still dream of better times during bad times. I still dream of my prince charming and perfect wedding. However I know I must now balance it all with logic. That dreams are attainable but they do not just appear you have to work towards them and every fleeting moment is a step to the next.

Now I see that same eagerness in my daughter's eyes and I do have to say that at times I miss those innocent days.