As I got older around 10, I started to dream about what I wanted to be when I grew up. My best friend at the time was going to be a mommy like me and we were going to live in houses next door to each other. We were going to share a yard and our husbands were going to be best friends and raise our kids together.
She moved away to Texas, and we lost touch. That dream died for me, and I was forced to try to make another one. I just couldn't think of anything. I did want to get married and have kids, but it just wasn't the same without my best friend living next door to me.
I found another best friend who didn't dream the same dream that I did. She didn't have one at all. I guess you could say, she was just floating by the seat of her pants. I had to move to NY at 17 and my friends all grew up to have babies of their own.
Here I am at 52 and my dreams have long gone. I'm too old to have babies and I've long given up on a successful love life. I'm just here floating by the seat of my pants wondering what life would have been like if I followed that dream, I had at 10 years old.

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