I Wanted To Be

I wanted to be a ballerina with a dump truck. A pink tutu with frothy petticoats and a red and white dump truck. If I could not have that, I wanted to be a newspaper reporter with a loud typewriter And a red laddered fire truck. Clanging and banging as I drove to murder scenes. If I could not have that, I wanted to be a millionaire with an orphanage and a home for dogs. We would have a swimming pool and a movie theater. If I could not have that, I wanted to be a race car driver with my own pit crew. My race car would be magnificent, sponsored by Kellogg. This dream was my most persistent. I still drive laps in my sleep, satisfying my inner child Who refuses to give up this dream.