Journal Entry, April 11, 1993

As the last sweeping rays of sunlight stream in through the shadowing pines, the sparkles of golden gravel path make the great sky highway up to the wild blue yonder. On through soaring clouds, above the shimmering stars, taken on by rainbow hopes, carried witherly by stardust dreams, setting forth on moonbeams, welcomed by the sunset shades, passing through the pearly gates. Beyond our dreams, beyond our hopes and tomorrow’s plans, on to our destined future. On and on, past the dawn, and into the golden sunset. Taken through imagination is the road that leads to Somewhere. Wherever it be, all our dreams will soar free, anonymous forever. April 11, 1993 *written when I was 12 years old