The Magic of My Childhood Dreams

When I was little, the world felt huge and full of possibilities. I could be anything, achieve anything, do anything at least in my mind. My dreams back then were big, wild, and completely fearless. They weren’t weighed down by logic or "realistic expectations." They were pure imagination, and I believed in them with my whole heart.

1. The Dreamer in Me I wanted to be everything at once. One day, I was a doctor, wearing my mom’s white coat (which was way too big for me) and operating on my teddy bears with a toy stethoscope. The next day, I was a famous singer, belting out made up songs into a hairbrush microphone in front of my very patient (and probably amused) family.

But my biggest dream? To be a superhero. Not just any superhero one who could fly, heal people with a touch, and stop bad guys with a single glare. I’d tie a towel around my neck as a cape and jump off the couch, arms stretched out, convinced that this time, I’d definitely soar through the air. (Spoiler: I never did. But that didn’t stop me from trying.)

1. The Little Things That Felt Like Magic Back then, dreams weren’t just about careers or big achievements. They were in the small, everyday moments too. I dreamed of having a treehouse where I could hide with my friends, eating stolen biscuits and telling secrets. I dreamed of owning a dog a big, fluffy one that would follow me everywhere. (I didn’t get the dog, but I did get a goldfish named Sparkle. Close enough.)

I also dreamed of adventures like finding a hidden door in my bedroom that led to a secret world, or digging in the backyard deep enough to discover buried treasure. I never found the door or the treasure, but the excitement of searching for them was enough.

1. When Reality Crept In As I got older, something changed. The world started telling me what was possible and what wasn’t. People laughed when I said I wanted to be an astronaut. Teachers told me to focus on realistic goals. Slowly, without even realizing it, I began to tuck those big dreams away, replacing them with safer, smaller ones, its weird right but at this time i have to be realistic to myself.

I miss that little version of me the one who believed without hesitation, who didn’t worry about failure or what others thought. That kid didn’t know the word impossible, and in a way, that made her unstoppable.

What My Childhood Dreams Taught Me Now, as an adult, I realize something important: maybe those childhood dreams weren’t silly. Maybe they were the purest, most honest version of what I really wanted before the world told me to want less.

I might not be a superhero or a famous singer, but those dreams taught me to imagine, to hope, and to believe in something bigger than myself. They taught me that joy doesn’t always come from reaching the destination it comes from the thrill of dreaming it in the first place.

So now, I try to keep a little of that childhood magic alive. I let myself dream, even if it’s just in small ways. Maybe I’ll never fly, but I can still look up at the sky and wonder. Maybe I’ll never find a secret door, but I can still chase adventures even if they’re just in books or trips to new places.

And who knows? Maybe that little version of me was to make me believe in myself . Maybe the dreams we have as children never really leave us they just wait for us to remember how to believe in them again.