Thread: Dreams Of A Child / Reality Of An Adult

Growing up I wanted to play second base for the Red Sox. The dream of playing Baseball used to occupy my boyhood mind all hours of the day, but especially when I would bang the ball around my yard, alone, every afternoon.

I was just sure that it would happen for me but I really wasn't even close and reality came when I hit my teenage years. Then I decided I wanted to be a famous writer and I would spend all my time writing esoteric journal entries about the meaning of life and how the world was so peculiar. Coffee, cigarettes and thrift store clothes were a big part of this phase.



I guess I made out OK, I fell into the teaching profession and I find time to coach my high school's JV baseball team. I also play slow pitch softball every spring, summer and into the fall where I can live out my childhood dream with other semi-out of shape adults.

For me, it's kind of like that song, "fireflies" by Owl City. I actually taught this as a poetry project in my class: Check the lyrics. The "fireflies" in the song represent the dreams you have from childhood and the point of the song is to try to hold on to them as long as possible, like keeping a firefly in a jar.