A Dream of Fire
Just imagine being on stage with the only noise being your heart thrumming, for the audience has gone silent with shock that anyone could do such a stunt. You decide to push your fear out of the way and you suddenly start. After 10 seconds of breathing those blazing flames, you slowly start standing on your head. As you are doing this you are not only conquering the impossible – you are conquering your dreams and yourself. Then you finally realize the only thing standing in your way was you. Once you finish the crowd roars with approval! You leave the stage feeling as gay as though you have never felt it before.
Now there are some pretty other cool skills like the ones up there. I know, I know, I don’t give them enough credit. They are so cool and I would’ ve been perfectly happy if I learned those skills too. And maybe those are the things that are your dream, but they’re not mine. My dream is to breathe fire while doing a headstand and I know it is ridiculous, but so are those too. All dreams are crazy, but that is what makes them dreams, dreams we will never give up on.
The reason why I am showing you my dream is so that I can prove to myself that I will never give up on it.Do you want to know why I chose this dream? It is because it is impossible and that’s why I want to make it happen. All dreams are impossible until you make them real. I hope someday I will create the impossible dream, my impossible dream into a reality and I hope the same happens to yours.
I can just see it now: I am at the 300th birthday of the USA. I am 60 years old, have had 15 children, all of whom joined my family circus, and now I stand at the tallest pinnacle in the USA: the newly erected Declaration Tower of the United States of Independence. I am in New York a million feet high in the air nervous because I feel like I am about to fall to my death. My children are down below because they already did their acts. I attach a rope around my waist and take a gulp of gas holding my match and jump. Once I am one thousand feet from the ground the rope halts. I am breathing fire, feeling woozy from the tremendous fall. I am doing backflips hurling fire balls. I feel my bones creaking like they are about to break. I might die from this, but it is worth it to celebrate the 300th anniversary of the United States. Oop, I am about to stop hurling fire balls and instead something else.
