I have always been the new kid in
the neighborhood because my dad was in the military and we moved a lot. New
streets with new kids and none of my old friends was always a hard thing to
cope with but at night no matter the house or the neighborhood my mother would
pull out a book and read me a story. Those stories were my lullabies, the soft
words that escorted me into my own dream land. So many years have passed since
my days of being read to yet not much has changed. I read to myself now and the
topics have escalated from shining fish to shining technology. All of the
stories in the end were a person’s dream and I’m one of the lucky people who
can honestly say that they work in a hall of dreams. I, personally, cannot think of any greater opportunity.