A million dreams
I was listening to ‘a million dreams’ the other day and probably some other song too that I can’t remember at the moment, and I was struck with a sense that my childhood had come to an end. Maybe when I’m a lot older, my college years will still seem like childhood to me, but when I’m in my 20s, when I’m in my 30s and I think about my childhood; when I remember childhood summers and friends and school, I feel like I know what I’ll remember. And those things have already happened. And it was a sad-ish realisation, but also just made me so nostalgic and introspective. I spent so much of my life waiting to become 16. I was satisfied with turning 13 for a while, but 16 always seemed like the goal. That was the apex teenager. The alpha of the pack. Part of this is probably because the books that got me into reading were books about teenage girls and their struggles. I waited so long to ‘have’ those struggles. And honestly, I couldn’t tell you anything that was particularly special about be