Wishes; Granted, just not how you thought.

Growing up, you always make wishes in which there is no earthly possibility that they be granted. When your younger, creativity flows heavy like river and as you grow it slowly becomes a creek. Like creeks grow when there is rain fall, our creativity grow by influences. When I was younger I always wished I could have super powers and wings. I was always a curious kid, going on adventures and finding new hang out spots within our neighborhood. Whether they were just the shed in my backyard or a neighbors bush, my imagination would make that old broken down shed into an abandoned mansion and those bushes into jungles below the equator. With that said I always tried being cunning and sly but my mother and neighbors always knew exactly where I was. Due to always being found, I always wished I had the power to change. Change into other people, animals, even household items. Many times my mother would be asking, "What are you today?" To which my response would always be along the line of, "I am a frog, mom. Can you not see I'm hopping around, trying to catch bugs." or "Mom. I can't talk, I'm a lamp." This method never helped when playing Hide and Seek for obvious reasons. Having the power to change would have really helped then. Along with Hide and Seek, I would love playing Tag. What I hated though, was being it. I hated chasing my friends because I would get tired, I appreciated running from them a lot more. It would be then when I would wish I had wings. When I would see pictures of angels or gargoyles, I would imagine having a set of my own wings. I would imagine flying all over the world, making new discoveries at every stop I would make. I would run around with my arms extended as though they were the wings of airplanes. I would do this specially when I was chasing my friends during a game of Tag. It made me feel like it would make me go faster. When I imagined my wings, I saw them coming out of my back. They would be twice as long as my arms and as wide as half of my height. Looking back now, in a way I still have these wishes. I wish I could change, not to sneak around, but to make a change. Change myself, not physically but intellectually for the better. I wish I had wings, not so I could be faster and tag my friends, but to travel and feel the freedom of free falling yet being able to rely on my wings to keep me from a lethal crash against the earth's crust. Thinking deeper into it, I'm somewhat fulfilling my childhood wishes. I try to learn every single day, which means I have changed from the person I was yesterday to the person I am today. My wings are my education. Like wings, my education can take me many places, literally and figuratively. I can always rely on my education to keep me from crashing to a certain extent. I guess wishes come true.